THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 5

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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 5

…Commander McKinney’s first step in real gravity resembles that of a newborn colt…

Newborn Colt by Robert J Bryan

Newborn Colt by Robert J Bryan

Like the superb team they are, precisely the reason they were chosen to inaugurate the Colony, the McKinneys {of space family fame} are moving to advance history. Sampson brings their modified space shuttle into docking position, unleashing thruster blasts for fine tuning. The massive craft floats in with deceptive ease, belying its gross tonnage of 90,000.

independance-dayOnce in place, they are able to shut down the weary guidance systems of the deep-space shuttle, not to be reactivated until it makes way for the second wave of colonists, another 6.2 months from now (which will be 7/4/2030—Independence Day). It will be a long wait, but there will be no shortage of things to do. Space Colony 1 is a state-of-the-art scientific laboratory and this particular pair of space veterans can make these instruments dance.

Sampson frees himself from the pilot’s chair gladly. Albeit quite comfortable, the seat has his body’s imprint in it, but it will be good to have a change of scenery. He and Celeste are looking forward to stretching out underused muscle and ligament.

After extended space travel, this first foray into it, space medicine experts are giddy by having this look into the human physiology aspect. Commander McKinney’s first step in real gravity resembles that of a newborn colt. It is embarrassing to stagger helplessly with almost everyone on Earth watching live or on tape delay. He shrugs off Celeste’s chuckles to regain his balance.

beauty-crown-001Not unexpectedly, the sleek figure of Lieutenant Commander McKinney does not fare any better than her mate, but looks prettier doing it. From most any point of view, her Miss Sweden 2014 crown would not have tumbled from her head, not like her astronaut headgear. She tries to corral her long platinum blond hair, throwing her head back, trying to act like nothing had happened.

In the process, she tips over sideways, puts out her left hand out to brace herself… thereby slicing open her palm on a digital gyroscope display. Blood flows through the epidermis immediately, sending Sampson to the nearest station first aid kiosk for gauze and sterilization material. He is terribly concerned, yet calmly tends the ugly wound.display

“Don’t think that this will keep you off the job,” using his worst bedside manner. “It should be okay before we need it.”

“I certainly hope so… it’s just a flesh wound.” Celeste is confused by his prognosis.

“I was talking about the monitor!”

Sometimes he treats her a little too much like “one of the guys”. It is advisable for him to display more spousal compassion.

“Did you assign us separate cabins Commander McKinney sir?” She is kidding……….mostly.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode # 300

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…“SARA!!! Oh, honey, where on earth have you been?” That worldly reference, perhaps contrasting where she may have been for the last seven days was a Freudian slip…

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It could have been that homemade rum, or consuming relief that they had made it across the Atlantic Ocean without tasting its salty water, but he didn’t remember why he awoke in this woman’s bed. What he did not know, is that Lyn was merely guessing. He says nothing.

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Typography Digital Art – Go Jump In The Lake by Misty Dille

“Don’t worry, Captain Ford. When a person is making history, nobody should question what it takes to do it.”

He wasn’t expecting such a benign reaction. “You are hard to figure out Lyn… never ceasing to amaze me,” he states without hesitation. “Most women I know would tell me to jump in the lake, or in my case, jump from a plane without a parachute.”

“No parachute? That’s a little harsh Bob, but I will consider the lake.” She enjoys toying with his noble nature. It keeps him on his toes. “And you can take me out of the “amazing” category. I just happen to be a grand observer of mankind. There was no reason for you not to take comfort in the arms of a kind stranger. One never knows when the next day will be their last. I know what makes people tick.

  “That’s why I write, to share those observations in the form of characters, either creating new ones or using live subjects for a template, like you in real life or the fictional, Ace Bannion. I try to make them as real as possible and as you know, they aren’t always perfect.” She is dead serious. “So what do you say? Let’s give the Pacific Clipper its proper place in history!”

“If it were up to me and me alone, I would say why not. But there are the rest of the guys to consider. If I can get Rod and the others to chime in, with their side of the story, well then what the Pacific Clipper-001hell,” he knows that historical month-long flight needs to be told. It may as well be done right, by the people who lived it. “What a bunch they were. I can tell you things… well maybe not. We’ll have to leave some things out. These guys have to face their families.”

“More stories of passionate native women along the way, no doubt?”

“I’m not going to say anything else. We’ll let Brownie and the guys decide whether they stick their necks out or not. Come to think of it, none of the crew ever found out that Sara turned up alive. Maybe it is best if we end the story at the La Guardia harbor. Yeah, I have seen some of them here and there in the meantime, but we do not want to stir up any more controversy than we already have.”

“Great points! I like the way you think.” She gets fired up at the start of each new project. Once the commitment is made, it is usually full steam ahead… usually. “But, we aren’t going to start any project until we have Sara’s life straightened out.”

Another person has entered the room in time to hear her name. “Did I hear my name?”Image result for where have you been

“SARA!!! Oh, honey, where on earth have you been?” That worldly reference, perhaps contrasting where she may have been for the last seven days was a Freudian slip.

“What do you mean? I just stepped out for a few minutes, needed to walk off a sore calf. I stretched it a bit doing a double reverse pirouette.”

Deep down, Carolyn wants to inform Sara that: a minute in her world is seven days anywhere else. But the reference to dancing and the fact that she was still wearing leotards and slippers, what would be the use?


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Art by Sera Knight

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #298

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #298

…What began in Ceylon has landed Bob Ford in the midst of a dream; some of it good, some of it bad, all of it surreal…

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Exploding Raphaelesque Head by Salvador Dali

Bob Ford has been down this slippery path every step of the way. If it were not bizarre enough to be caught on the wrong side of Pearl Harbor, eleven years ago he lost a passenger named Sara Fenwick to what he thought was a random act of foul play. Now today he is looking up into the sky he has flown for decades, wondering where one of those flying disks is going to turn up next.

He has mixed emotions about the creatures that are in those ships, poking, probing, and playing God as they go about their merry way. God forbid that these out-of-this-world creatures ever choose to do Earth harm.

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Yet, if not for “them”, he would not have had continuing contact with Carolyn Hanes, the woman who would become his new wife; no New Mexico, no Vincent Smith, no Newt Swakhammer, no vanishing women… hence no Mrs. Ford.

What began in Ceylon has landed him in the midst of a dream, some of it good, some of it bad, all of it surreal.

“When Sara gets back this time, and I cannot believe I’m going to say this, but I think we should tell Sgt. Smith what is going on. One of these times she won’t come back and we will be kicking ourselves in the ass for not trying to get help. We don’t know how to deal with things like this and I’m not sure we should suffer in silence.”

“He could be demoted to Corporal Smith by now. He hasn’t handled this whole mess very well, because if he had, he would have kept Sara from the beginning and none of this would have ever happened. I think the whole bunches of them were caught off guard.” If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, we’d all have a very merry Christmas, she thinks. “In a way, I wish I never had gone there.”

Ouch  Ouch, that hurts Bob, “Without New Mexico, you would be without one interesting book and one terrific guy, I’ll have you know!”

“That’s supposed to be my line, mister. What has happened to that humble, quiet Bob Ford? Has he been abducted as well?”

“I don’t remember anything about last night.” His face goes blank, feigning a vacated mind… bad choice. Last night was pretty memorable in the romance department. It gets him a punch in the arm. Ouch. Seriously, maybe they will do a better job of protecting her? We don’t even know when she was snatched this time, or if the aliens have her at all. Maybe she forgot where she was and is just plain lost. We are running out of options.”

“I know, Bob, but I feel like we are abandoning her. She doesn’t have any friends beside us.”

          “What about her family?”

          “Her mom and dad are dead and her brother won’t have anything to do with her, ever since she moved in with me. He could not get past how close we were.” Lyn draws a deep breath from a hidden part of her being. “I know you and I never really talked about it… but we were lovers.”

          There, she said it out loud.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #284

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #284

…Hospital mortgages require cash and good paying customers are out there, it’s just that, the really, really good money comes from the riskiest of all medical procedures…

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Barter For Subscription by F.S. Church

Image result for time passing gifBut as the days and weeks passed, Doctor Campbell has learned the difference between the word intent and commitment. Oh sure, all his friends made an appearance at the grand reception that week in 1947. They came to acknowledge the crowning achievement of a 58 year old man of compassionate vision.

Not that the others weren’t either of those things, but what they have not, is the greatest LBMHobstacle to philanthropy. They do not own a large piece of Tallahassee acreage, let alone their own private clinic. ‘If Alpha Campbell can afford to give away his services, that’s’ good for him.’

As things turned out, it did not take as much arm twisting by a Wilson or two or a Lewis or two, as was first thought. Yes, there was the issue of funding A&M Hospital, but in the end, pure and simple jealousy rears its ugly head.

And that is what hurts A.O. Campbell the most. He doesn’t show it on the outside, he without a hateful bone in his body, but people know that the A&M gang has stayed put, behind the cover of Gibbs Hall, down Wahnish Way and the Dyson Pharmacy building.

In the meantime, there is Lettie Golden’s mother, right leg amputated at the knee and no one to care for her with the special needs of an amputee. And the Johnson twins, delivered two months early, after being turned away because the two-week stay at A&M would cost a gaudy $400! ‘Ol’ Doc Campbell has plenty of room at his clinic. He can always feed his hospital patients with the chickens and eggs and peach pies he gets for his services.’

Cash flow by Annie Lee

Cash flow by Annie Lee

And the funny thing about Lewis State Bank; they do not accept barter, whether it is a Georgia peach pie or five loaves of buckwheat bread. The classic pound of flesh is a distant and impractical option. Mortgages require cash, or its equivalent, and good paying customers are out there, it’s just that, the really, really good money comes from the riskiest of all medical procedures, both professionally and legally.

Now, brain surgery may come to mind.  There’s big demand for that. It certainly is a risky medical procedure and a legal nightmare should everything be not right with the person with an extra hole in their One dollarhead. But brain surgery is not something they offer as a refresher seminar at the Mayo Clinic.

Plastic surgery is lucrative, an up and coming field with scores of, mostly women, lined up for nips, tucks and noses the size of Rita Hayworth’s. Doc Campbell has put some noses back into place, after a fall or barroom brawl, but as far as rearranging middle-aged skin… not exactly his cup of tea. Besides, leave one scar on the wrong rich lady and then you will have hell to pay.


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Georgia Peach pie by Shirley Lowe

Georgia Peach pie by Shirley Lowe

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #276

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #276

…Carolyn is wearing a so-called leather bomber jacket she had been given by a returning B-17 tail gunner…

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Assault on Damn Yankee by Domenic DeNardo

Constance Caraway… rather Carolyn Hanes is waving both arms above her head, on the tarmac of the Blue Ridge Angel-001commercial terminal at La Guardia Airport. The roar of a taxiing twin engine Douglas DC-3 camouflages her, “Over here, Captain Ford!”, but he spots her nonetheless. He swings the impressive plane around, signaling a big thumb’s up, and a welcome sight in the window above the Constance Caraway P.I. in big bold yellow. He looks as dashing as she had remembered, an opinion slightly tainted by his heroic escapades.

Once in place, and propellers at rest, Robert Ford climbs down the cockpit ladder, his plane’s only entrance beside the cargo bay doors. Lyn has abandoned her bags and is there to apply a hardy embrace.  She is wearing a so-called leather bomber jacket she had been given by a returning B-17 tail gunner.

“Is that a bullet hole there?” He puts an index finger into Lyn’s upper left arm. “You didn’t, did you?”

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“Join the Air Force, oh my, no?”

“Another Constance fan?”

“Yes, he was so cute, says he would read my stuff on the way back from a bombing run. Now, Bob, he was just a boy.” She reacts to Ford’s sideward glance.

“Well you look like a real flier, Lyn. What do say to taking my baby for a little 1600 mile spin?”

My little cub would fit underneath one of your wings. Once we’re at altitude, I wouldn’t mind taking the controls for a few hours. 76-regular-gasolineWhat is it, a ten hour flight?”

“Very good, Lyn, that’s what’s in our flight plan… oh, here comes the fuel truck.”

“76 octane?” Lyn reels in a Clipper memory.

“76? There isn’t a runway in the world long enough if we used straight gasoline. These engines are spoiled rotten, 110, no less, and not in five gallon cans either.” His Clipper recollection includes fueling it with five gallon cans… all four thousand gallons.


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‘Aeronautical & Maritime Masterpieces’ by Peter Branksome - http://www.hamiltonwalkerart.com/

‘Aeronautical & Maritime Masterpieces’ by Peter Branksome – http://www.hamiltonwalkerart.com/

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #271

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #271

… A blank stare is the mystery woman’s default answer to most questions. She simply doesn’t remember… much…

 

Meanwhile Caption-001“This is 1947, Miss ______?” wonders United States Air Force Sergeant Vincent Smith of a woman who is sitting up in a hospital bed at the military facility near Alamogordo, NewHolloman AFB-001 Mexico. She was found standing on the main runway at Holloman Air Force Base, in the middle of a moonlit night two days ago. It is only the full moon that saves her from being run down by a jet airplane taxiing to a midnight takeoff. “Okay, let’s forget your name for now. What is the last thing you remember?”

 “Dancing.”

 “Dancing. That makes sense, considering the dress you were wearing when they found you. Can you tell me where you were dancing and perhaps how you managed to find your way onto the most highly guarded military base in the world?”

A blank stare is the mystery woman’s default the answer to most questions. She simply doesn’t remember… much. “Pearl Harbor – can’t go back, the Japanese…”

The man is puzzled why she always goes back to 1941. Maybe she was a prisoner of the Japanese? “That was six years ago,” he explains once again.

20140323psychiatry“No,” the woman insists, “we are leaving for Pakistan in the morning. I have to get back to the Clipper.”

The base psychiatrist, who has since come into the room, having dealt with this mysterious lady from the beginning, has been slowly putting some of the clues together. “I think she is talking about the Pacific Clipper, Vince, you know, the one Bob Ford flew for Pan American. When the bleeping Japs hit Pearl, he had to fly back to New York by the seat of his pants.”

“Yeah, I have a buddy who knows one of the mechanics from that plane, said they burned 76 octane half the time,” Smith recalls. “But that was still six years ago! This is beginning to creep me out. Keep an eye on her Ben; I’m going to give Pan American a buzz. Maybe they can help figure this out.”


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Melancholia by Dr Sarvenaz Keyhani

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #265

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #265

…He still don’t deserve what he’s got, his damned wife inherited all that land from that Ferrell wack-o…

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“You are not going to loan money to that quack Campbell!” demands Charles Wilson, a board member of Lewis Maggie Lou-001State Bank, of George Lewis. “Tallahassee don’t need no hospital for niggers!”

George Lewis has been approached by Doctor Campbell, with ambitious plans for a two-story structure to be built next to the doctor’s home on Virginia Street. It is hard for Lewis to deny anything that has to do with Maggie Campbell, considering that he is the father of her second daughter, Laura. But no one else knows this, especially his contemporaries in the Tallahassee business community.

“He will find a way to build it, whether it’s my bank or not. The man has connections, Charlie.”

 “You mean our spineless Governor? We haven’t had a two-termer in Florida, yet. Holland won’t be the first, I’ll see to that.”

“What have you against Holland? Didn’t he help you buy some state land a while back?”

“He’ll regret makin’ friends with Negroes.” Wilson is adamant. “That quack doctor is one of ‘em.”

 “I would give it up, if I were you, Charlie. He didn’t do anything to your sister. She was five bricks short of a chimney before she took sick.” George Lewis is doing his best to talk some sense into his friend.

He still don’t deserve what he’s got. His damned wife inherited all that land from that Ferrell wack-o…nothing to do with him. He ain’t done shit.”

“If that were the case, wouldn’t James Ferrell feel the same way you do, maybe worse? It was his inheritance that Maggie Lou Campbell got. Instead, he is the doctor’s greatest ally.”

  Please do not use facts to confuse a polluted mind. “Fine. I can hold him off for a while, but my rejecting his loan application is losing steam with each passing year. Right now I can say they don’t have enough cash for a down payment, but all they would have to do is sell some property to solve that.”

“You better have McLoud make sure they don’t get any smart ideas.”


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Jealousy by Ian Smith

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