THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 67

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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 67

…Roy Crippen’s thoughts degrade to the horrifying events of 12 hours ago, when everything was going at the same giddy canter then, until things reached the point of no return

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Point of no Return – Vickers Vimy Transatlantic flight of Captain John Alcock and Lieutenant Arthur Whitten Brown- by Alan Hindle

An eight month round trip awaits the 3 modern day Mayflower’s astro-sailors, prepared now to be flung away from Earth’s gravity out to a new completely literal New World. {There was supposed to be a few dozen others aboard} Roy speaks to Rick Stanley, the commander of the rescue mission, who not coincidentally was the understudy for Chronicle’s  assignment, without the benefits of a cutie copilot; his 2nd has chest-hair with the name of Saul.

“As soon as you get within hailing range, at about half way there, please go over the shuttle-to-lander docking procedure, it has never been done in space.”

“What if they don’t have the power to lift off?”

“Well… in that case you will need to test your landing skills ‘cause it ain’t going to be like Elgin A.F.B (Lovell Space Center),” Roy is stressing flexibility in the face of fluidity. “I do not want you coming back empty handed.”

“I have been running through all the possibilities one by one, Roy.” There is only one person who has  Sampson McKinney’s flying skills, but she is in the same hope-lacking boat, so 2nd place goes to Rick Stanley. “What I can’t do, Sammy Mac will tell me, no doubt.”

“The new booster package should get you off the ground and out, right Karl?”

“Escape velocity is 5.027 km/sec, which is less than half of Earth’s, so if you take off at a low trajectory you can get up and out with minimal fuel consumption.”

“Yeah, it would be a bitch if we had to coast home, but I am hoping we can do this in space.”

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The brief statistical back-and-forth ends when the countdown demands Commander Rick’s full attention. Every minute passing brings him closer to a launch that has only been attempted in a simulator, yes a simulator. The New Mayflower is perched at a 45º angle, aboard a 100 yard ramp and ready to be hurled, like an F-77N Navy fighter off the flight deck of the USS Hillary R Clinton, knifing through the atmosphere, while missing every orbiting object circling the globe.

Roy’s thoughts degrade to the horrifying events of 12 hours ago. Things were going at the same giddy canter then, until things reached the point of no return. Just what was the exact cause of that muddle had to be set aside for the current rescue mission, but he would definitely sift through the evidence leading to Space Colony’s unexplained demise.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #324

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…A 1954 teal Ford Coupe convertible streaks down less traveled roads to Tallahassee’s “new” Regional Airport…

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Municipal Airport – photographer Bill Malone

“This is FREDERICK ALPHA GEORGE 1610, requesting permission to land on runway 2-9er,” ever the pilot Bob Ford asks.

          “Affirmative FREDERICK ALPHA GEORGE 1610, descend to 1000 feet, decrease speed to 120 mph.”

          “Roger that tower, we’re coming in… hello Tallahassee Regional.”

“Hello Florida indeed,” Lyn chimes in. She is exhausted from the six hour general aviation flight, with two stops, one for fuel & one potty break. Her near 60 year old bladder does not hold as much as it used to. “After we set down, taxi me to the terminal, I want to get Slater to pick us up post-haste.”

“Is he off duty?”

“He better be, ‘cause what we are going to do would get him fired.”

“Do not wreck another man’s career.”

Carolyn Hanes is not about to do that. Even though there is score to settle, Joe Slater’s anonymity is assured.

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A 1954 teal Ford Coupe convertible streaks down less traveled roads to Tallahassee’s “new” Regional ford-coupeAirport. Joe Slater is responding to a telephone call from Carolyn Hanes-Ford, a woman he has always admired from afar, mainly because, in times past, he had heard the rumors about her and Sara Fenwick.

  Deafening were the whispers; when two women live together and never seen in the company of men. Two women, who are extremely attractive at that, more than a few times, when then a young patrolman, did Joe resolve to ask Miss Hanes out, only to have the words stick to his tongue or waft harmlessly into thin air.

For now, he is content to help an acquaintance from the past, help a good and respectable man from her past. Here she is, famous beyond Florida and successful surpassing the cause that she is pursuing. He can’t resist scaling that same righteous mountain.


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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.”

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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.

“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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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #287

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…Sara Fenwick wonders if there is any romance between that clever private eye and the dashing flyer…

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sketches by Doug Widley

Now, she has been replaced by Ace Bannion, for God’s sake. What a corny name! Even makes the name Fanny sound good. The only problem is that Ace lives on and Fanny is finished, at least in the pages of The Hawaiian Spy.

“Lyn?”

“Yes, hon.”

“You have been with Ford (Ace) so much lately, we never have time to talk, you know, the way we used to. And you are hardly ever at home. I’m starting to feel like a fifth wheel.”

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Constance Caraway

Lyn has to measure her words carefully. Sara was returned to Earth not completely intact, missing this and that, with one exception. Her phenomenal sensitivity, the kind that knows when people need encouragement, has been somehow magnified, turning into hypersensitivity. Gone are the days when you could joke with Sara, say just about anything to her and move on. She was sweet that way.

But not anymore.

  Little things become huge, mostly because she does not understand the things she used to. And now she thinks she understands something about Lyn and Bob Ford. They have been working on that flying disk story ever since New Mexico. Whatever happens in their quest to uncover strange truths makes its way to Lyn’s typewriter. She wonders if there is any romance between the clever private eye and the dashing flyer. She has stopped reading for fear of just that.

Normally, Lyn would have shot back, ‘What’s the matter, Sare, you jealous?’ Not this time. “Robert is as obsessed with this spaceman thing as I am, and I’m the one writing the book!”

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Image result for flying disc“I’ve known you long enough to know that you like to work alone. Suddenly, Bob, oh — I mean, Robert, is with you as much as humanly possible. I don’t understand how he keeps his business going.”

          “He’s hired a friend to make his cross country trips, that’s why we bought a small plane together.”

          “You what?” Sara is stunned. She shouldn’t be.

          “I told you that I have been flying more, did you think I meant flapping my arms real hard?” Lyn mocks a bird in flight, like it was chased by a bigger, hungry bird.

          “That’s not funny! You know how I forget things!” She feels like the half-person everybody thinks she is and is mourning it. “I wish things would go back the way they used to be. I wish I could feel whole again.”

          “Some-one or some-thing did something to you during those six years and I intend to find out exactly what it was and how to correct it.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #286

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…It has been well over a year, closer to two, since Sara Fenwick’s unexplained reappearance and is still unexplained, at least to Carolyn Hanes (Constance Caraway) and Robert Ford (jet-setting Ace Bannion, flying accomplice to CC)…

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Down the street about a half mile and over a couple of blocks from LBMH, not far from her dress shop, Sara Fenwick struggles to regain her former self; forever sweet, however changed.

It has been well over a year, closer to two, since her unexplained reappearance and is still unexplained, at least to Carolyn Hanes (Constance Caraway) and Robert Ford (jet-setting Ace Bannion, flying accomplice to Constance). After being stonewalled by a lead (Pb) shield of lame Air Force interpretations of the events in the New Mexico wild, the duo has quietly built a case for an alien presence there in 1947.

ROSWELL_CRASH_SITE_google_earth__15977   The single greatest catalyst for their continuing efforts, beside Sara’s six years’ dearth, was on Bob Ford’s flight back to Holloman to take the girls back to Florida. On his final approach, on the way in, he “accidentally” drifted wide to the northwest, taking him over the area where that big bang had taken place. There was literally a million scraps of, what looked like, metal scattered over a full section of cattle country. Conspicuous by its absence, a crater there is not. Ford will be told later, that a bomb had gone off “accidentally”, surprisingly without casualty.

   It did not make sense then, too many holes to hold water.

  And what of Sara? She had been kidnapped by a fringe local Native American Swiss cheese story-001religious cult, which specializes in brainwashing and mind control. The cult moved to California after the war, but don’t know how she ended up in the middle of nowhere.

  Two words: Swiss cheese.

Never mind that Lyn and Bob, and Sara for that matter, are not remotely unintelligent, the decision had been made, early on, to treat them like blithering idiots. Correspondingly, the trio plays down to the level they are treated. If they were ever to share what they know or suspect with the government, who knows what nefarious deeds would be used to silence them.

However, they are up against five capable people in all, rather than the 2 ½ they know about, the ½ being Sara in her mixed up state. Constance and Ace Bannion are on the job as well, through the magic of fiction. “I doubt that half those guys can read,” claims Lyn, “and the other half read comic books.”

1937 CC P.I.-001          Together, Constance and Ace have been tracking down the vapor trail of an unfamiliar quantity.Ace Bannion-001 But, unlike Sara, Fanny Renwick has not miraculously reappeared and that is not setting very well in either her pretend or real world. At least when Constance and Fanny were crisscrossing continents, she felt like she was a part of the action. Now, she has been replaced by Ace Bannion, for God’s sake. What a corny name! Even makes the name Fanny sound good. The only problem is that Ace lives on and Fanny is finished, at least in the pages of The Hawaiian Spy.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #281

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #281

…Obviously they are not satisfied with Lyn’s answers, observations or anything else for that matter. She is no Constance Caraway…

'An Unreliable Witness' by Alice May Williams,

‘An Unreliable Witness’ by Alice May Williams,

Bob Ford was only able to stay the day, having to get his cargo to Los Angeles in the morning. He will make a couple trips forth and back to Hawaii, and then come back to New Mexico, hopeful of returning Lyn and a restored Sara to Florida.

My Project 19-001And then there is the matter of the military debriefing. The powers that be have not believed either Bob or Lyn’s claim of ignorance pertaining to that Boogie-woogieing bogey of the previous day. And did they really see that supposed explosion? The very same people, who want the two to admit to seeing the silver streak, to share every detail, would prefer they conveniently ignore that small mushroom cloud.

They will get to Ford upon his return.

For now, Carolyn Hanes will do just fine.

Storyteller-001   “Like I told, Sergeant Smith before, we were headed straight into the sun and the glare was so intense, we couldn’t see a thing,” she explains to a panel that resembles the Supreme Court. (Sgt. Vincent Smith is too small a fish for this pond) There is so much decoration on these men that it has to be a burden to their chests and shoulders.

“You must have been watching your instruments then. Did you notice anything unusual, you know, spinning, bouncing needles, loss of power?” This inquisitor had to be a general and he gives the impression that Holloman’s fighter pilots report the same problems with their instrumentation as the DC-3.

“Captain… I mean, Mr. Ford had us entering our final approach. It appeared to be perfectly normal to me, he even asked me if I wanted to land his plane, but I’m used to my Cub. I really should have had a New York telephone book to sit on, I could barely see out of the front windows, though I did see the welcoming committee. That was a nice touch.”

Quite a storyteller is this one.

“That wasn’t a welcoming committee Miss Hanes, they were scrambled because we thought you were in danger.”

“Danger? Do you mean from that huge explosion that happened after we landed. Boy that was something… isn’t the war over?” so much for taking the edge off, because nobody was laughing.

“You are at a highly sensitive military facility Ma’am. We are testing new weapons on a regular basis.”

  Lyn had done a little research about the White Sands Missile Range before they left New York. She knows that would be northwest, not northeast, of the air base. The explosion they had seen yesterday probably killed a herd of cattle or ruined the paint job on some farmer’s new pick-up truck, but she will go along with the program, for the sake of staying out of the way of men who see what they want to see, facts be damned.

“That would be a good one, Sir!” She could not resist just one more jab.

There seems to be an inordinate amount of whispering going on. Obviously they are not satisfied with Lyn’s answers, observations or anything else for that matter. She is no Constance Caraway.

“If you would remember something important, please let us know. Otherwise, that will be all. Thank you for your cooperation.”

The ten men file out of the room empty handed, unaware of how much a threat they were leaving behind. Lyn Hanes is an even better witness than she is an actress and she has seen two events that seemingly defy conventional relevance. She will guard what she knows carefully, just as she had done today, but is not about to let a sleeping dog lay. Whatever the story is, it will not escape her. The authoress’ little put-on establishes her as an unknown and non-quantifiable menace.


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Storyteller by Daniel Armstrong

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #279

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #279

… In a weak moment, Sgt. Smith slips, “Some strange things going on around here these days.”…

Starry Nite by Vincent Van Gogh

Starry Nite by Vincent Van Gogh

Safely on the ground and a little worse for the wear, Robert Ford, cargo plane owner and Carolyn Hanes, authoress are greeted by uniformed men — by the score. They are cordial, but seem to be distracted, like they had just seen a ghost.

“Can we inspect your plane?” One of many asks a question without inflection, giving it a HollomanAFBdemanding slant. “Standard procedure.” As if they would know the difference.

 “Yeah, I guess, but you won’t find anything,” Ford says as they are led to a large Quonset hut. He whispers to Lyn along the way, “Act as if we don’t see a thing.”

Before she can even so much as nod, there is a huge explosion, accompanied by a plume of smoke. The sound reaches them seconds later. “….one thousand six, one thousand seven,” Ford times the gap between sight and sound. “One hundred miles northeast… hmmm.”

“What did you say, Ford?” asks a nearby Air Force officer.

   “I was telling Miss Hanes that we covered the last hundred miles with ease. Must be the desert air?”

“Sargent. Smith will guide you from here.”

Without hesitation, the officer joins an armada of military vehicles racing off to the north and east. It is clear that they were not expecting the blast. Two helicopters are dispatched to the scene. They will be at the expected crater long before the ground vehicles.

In a weak moment, Sgt. Smith slips, “Some strange things going on around here these days.” Sometimes one can only shake one’s head. “Come this way.”

They have entered an infirmary type building and are shunted into an empty room – save a table, five chairs and two guards.

“Musical chairs is one of my favorite party games and I believe we need more people to play. How about you guys? ” Lyn is trying to ease the mounting tension. The guards will have nothing of it.

Smith directs them to the two chairs facing the other three, with four feet between them. “Before we begin, I need to warn you that this woman may not have anything to say. She pops in and out of reality. It affects the way she communicates. One minute she seems perfectly normal, totally out of it internal_organsthe next. We have had our best psychological people examine her. The only thing they agree on is that she is missing more than her memory.”

“Missing what?” Lyn wonders.

“One kidney and part of her frontal lobe,” contributes the newest addition to the room. He is dressed mostly in white, distinguishing himself from anyone else they have seen. “With no signs of surgery, I might add. I have heard of people being born with one kidney, but the human brain mass never deviates from its shape… content maybe, but not shape.”

“And you are… who?” Lyn is losing her patience. “We have flown across country, at your invitation and all we are getting are silver streaks, explosions and what seems to be a military runaround.”

“Excuse my oversight, folks, but this case has me baffled.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #278

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… Robert Ford points to a bright stationary oval-shaped object, perhaps a quarter mile at its widest, his gauge array has gone wacko, dials spinning, light flashing, levers and pedals moving on their own…

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UFO Interception by Alfredsson

“Wanna land this thing?” he asks Carolyn.

“We’ll see, Bob.”

Hours later, in the tower at Holloman, radar picks up something peculiar on its screen. The radar man on duty spots a darting image, similar to others he had reported before and told to ignore, but this one was zigging and zagging its way toward the approaching civilian Douglas DC-3.

  “One-alpha-niner, there is a bogey approaching you at five o’clock low. I have dispatched two fighters to come take a look. Over?”

          “Roger, Holloman control, will keep an eye out. Over.” Ford has seen strange objects before; some of them defy logical description. “Lyn, hon, come forward quickly.”

          “All right, already, where’s the fire?”

“There…” He points to a bright stationary oval-shaped object, perhaps a quarter mile at its widest, in front of them, matching their diminishing speed exactly – he guesses, because his gauge array has gone wacko, dials spinning, light flashing, levers and pedals moving on their own. Just about the time Lyn gets a good look at it; the two Air Force fighters join in. Surely they will close in and force the strange craft to land.

But as they close in, the object turns, pauses briefly and rockets off at an impossible rate of speed. In a matter of a second or two, it is completely out of sight.

The fighters drift about, like a dog who wonders where that darn rabbit went to. Gauges and such on the DC-3 regain their expected readings.

“What did we just see?” asks Lyn of her more experienced flying companion.

“I was hoping you could tell me. That is one of the damndest things I have ever seen.  The way the rudder and flap controls were moving, we should have been barrel rolling, a tailspin at the very least.  I’m just glad you saw it too, because I suspect that the military will come up with some stupid explanation.”

“There isn’t one in any encyclopedia I own. How fast did that go?”

“I would have to say, thousands of miles per hour. That’s odd because nobody has gotten past the speed of sound in anything, ground or air.”

bogie  “How fast is that?”

“What? And I thought you knew everything… 750 miles per hour, maybe a little more… that thing didn’t just fly away fast, it literally evaporated before our eyes. Hey, I’m going to get us down. Strap yourself in.”

There was no sense in prolonging the matter of hand, just because they were nose to nose with an unknown flying object for a few minutes – at least that is what they think.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #277

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…How can a person disappear with nary a trace and then show up six years later, without knowing what had gone on in the intervening years… six blankety-blank years…

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Properly fueled and inspected, Bob Ford & Carolyn Hanes are soon winging their way across the country. The early part of the flight is spent catching up on things. That is easy. Bob works. Lyn works. So tales of working are swapped, which for a pilot and a writer, not entirely dull or uninteresting. Lyn has a first draft of her current C. C. Private Eye book, still untitled to give Bob Ford. Ford gives her the only copy of his diary about the final “Pacific” Clipper flight, hoping that Lyn would find it interesting enough to pen, which is a given.

  Later, after Lyn had gotten her crack in the pilot’s seat of the gage-strewn cockpit, spelling Ford who had come to New York via Toronto for his load of film, risking his certification by flying into La Guardia without a co-pilot or navigator, the real reason for this junket is discussed.

How can a person disappear with nary a trace and then show up six years later, without knowing what had gone on in the intervening years… six blankety-blank years, Bob? Like they didn’t happen? That is the kind of fiction that I cannot fathom.” Dumbfounding a writer is hard to do. “Did you say they told you that she was wearing the same dress as when she vanished? You would think that puff-of-smoke would have been that man in the navy blue suit.”

 “You remember that?”

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The Vanished Flame by lowjacker deviantart.com

  “Oh, yes and the brand of perfume and how she had her hair fixed. Did they take a picture of her, you know, when they first found her?”

  “I believe so. I guess we’ll find out in a few hours.”

  “I’m going to lie down in back, this messes up my mind and I need to be fresh.”

  “There is a cot, but at 25,000 feet, you’ll need a few blankets. I’ll wake you when I make my approach to Holloman AFB. Wanna land this thing?”

  “We’ll see, Bob.”


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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…

Assault on Damn Yankee by Domenic DeNardo

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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Constance

“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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