Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 187
…A fly on the wall…
Here is a random (edited) sample of comments from the Chicago Stadium luxury suite at Billy Graham’s Crusade stop:
“Let’s slide the window open, I don’t feel like part of the crowd,” Constance complains.- “My husband is allergic to seafood,” Edie D. knows her husband like a bee knows its hive.
- “Have you tried the shrimp cocktail?” Newly released Eddie D. asks. “This sure beats hospital food.”
- “I am impressed with Willard Libby. I learned things that I hadn’t considered before,” Worth Moore’s first taste of carbon— carbon dating that is, is enlightening.
- “I’ll have you know that my sister’s boy never scored less than an A in school,” Tolentine devotee Mary Joseph is beaming with family pride, in light of her nephew’s starring role.
- “I wonder if Willard is going to mention my name during his presentation.” Every scientist expects credit for his work. Martin Kamen is no different.
- “I have agents stationed at every gate.” Agent Daniels has his attention focused on his walkie-talkie, not allowing his search engine to idle. Such is the scope of his personal investment in the Libby Affair and Forever Mastadon long before that.
- “I was part of the original search squadron retracing Amelia Earhart’s flight plan. I was positive that we would have found by now.” Ace doesn’t brag, he merely inserts himself into aviation history now and then.
- “This is what sheer terror looks like live!” Sam Goldwyn’s projector screen replays The Blue Ridge Angel belly flopping at Midway Airport.
- “My shoulder is killing me,” Fanny tries to adjust her sling, the inconvenient result of her own heroic accident.
- “We’re all sinners, each and every one of us!” Billy Graham broadcasts through the loudspeakers.
Oscar Wilde
Constance Caraway P.I.
Forever Mastadon
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