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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #245

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…“What if they were liquored up? Heard tell that his uncle Rufus does some moonshinin’ out there in the hills of Georgia,” A.O. suggests

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“How long ago would you say that was?” asks James, who is attempting to trace the timeline for the seeds of hate..

1923 Bathing Beauties Lyn turns to Sara, “Wasn’t that right after we came back from the Mediterranean?” Sara nods eagerly. That was the trip when Lyn finally confronted her feelings for Sara; from curiosity to commitment, one of those defining markers in one’s life. “That was 1923, eight years ago.”

“Three months and five days,” Sara adds to the accuracy, minus the hours.

“OoooKaaaay,” James confirms. Sara face ratchets up several shades of red. “That would make, Charles is his name, about 18, correct? Yes. And does that fit the profile of those described young men? It does.” Sara is holding her tongue.

“I know this Charles, happens to wear a hat that you have described. He is not really stupid, he just happens to where his heart on his sleeve. I cannot believe he would be capable of something like this.”

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“What if they were liquored up? Heard tell that his uncle Rufus does some moonshinin’ out there in the hills of Georgia,” A.O. suggests.

“Booze does have a way of magnifying a man’s state of mind,” James agrees.

“It turns them into filthy animals!” so much for Lyn’s unbiased opinion of the male condition. She fails to mention that she believes that men are born that way.

“Not all of us, I hope, Miss Hanes. I had the occasion to enjoy more than one cocktail at a meeting last week and never once pinched a waitress, let alone attack an elderly woman. My wife, Abbey, even suggests I do it more often, you know, an outlet from dealing with everyone else’s problems.”

“I guess I shouldn’t let bad experiences taint my views. I apologize.”

Cobblestone (olla)-001“No need, I think I understand.” He does understand and has no problem with the domestic situation in the home he is seated. It will not affect how he feels about either of them. “Well, Alpha, I think we should be going. These fine ladies have helped us tremendously. Thank you for the iced tea. Sure tastes good on a steamer day like this.

“Try not to dwell on this matter, Sara. If you do, then these creeps will have caused another to suffer needlessly.”

It is too late for that.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #244

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #244

…I don’t imagine the Wilson clan favors you much. From what I hear, they still blame you for their daughter’s poor condition…

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Attorney Ferrell has several suspects in mind. “What about that family who were squatting on you land on Campbell Lake? They weren’t too happy when you had my brother-in-law, you know, Agnes’ husband Chief Odz, tear down their shack and kick them off the land. That wasn’t too long ago and I am leery of desperate red-necked people with most of their teeth missing.”

“I felt nothin’ septin’ bad ‘bout that. It wasn’t even my idea to give them the boot. They shouldnt’a let their critters run loose, ‘specially those ‘noxious pigs. You could smell them all the way to city hall.”

That is descriptive enough to get Lyn to find an excuse to leave the room. “I’ll make us some iced tea.”

“No, they fit the anger profile, but I think Miss Fenwick’s nose would have been a part of her scrutiny. And then there were the clothes…” He eliminates the gypsies from suspicion. “I don’t imagine the Wilson clan favors you much. From what I hear, they still blame you for their daughter’s poor condition.

“I feel bad ‘bout that too, but you got the judge to see the facts, that they told me that she had reaction  to penicillin when she had strep throat two weeks before. Hank Palmer gives it to her over at A&M. By the time I saw her – and I was a last resort far as the family was concerned – rheumatic fever had set in for good.”

“You don’t have to convince me, Doc, but I don’t think that the facts matter to them.”

“Mister Ferrell?” Carolyn Hanes has been listening closely, knowing more than a little about intrigue and it seems a little about the Wilsons. “I may know something helpful.”

“At this point, any information would be of use.”

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“Well, it has been a number of years, but I remember securing a room for an editor of mine at the time and it was at a Sherman Wilson Inn. When you mentioned that name, it made me think about what happened when I helped check the editor in.

“He happened to be black, which really has nothing to do with anything other than staying in the Negro rooms. That is not fair to begin with, but it is a precocious, what I would guess 10 year old boy, that I recall most. He refused to take the bags to the room and was as rude a young man as I ever met. The look of hate on that boy’s face is an image that I have repeated many times in my works about the South.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #235

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #235

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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          …Fifteen years. 5475 days. A lot can happen in that span of time and it has. In present day 1935, lives have changed…

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  Judith Eastman, for one, has lost both her husband and brother in the same year, of the same disease. At age 72 she has lived a rich and fulfilling life, but do not think for a moment that that matters now. She would gladly trade all that personal gratification for the companionship she now is lacking.

 The Great Depression took its toll on everyone, even those like the Pearson-Eastman’s who were financially immune to bankruptcy.

George Eastman, a man of much wealth and benevolence, lived his last years with a broken heart, so did he mourn for the ruined majority around him. During the Roaring Twenties he gave away more than $70 million to his favorite educational institutions. How was he to know, that would only be enough money to help the worse-off of the worse? He did what he could, right up until his 78 year old heart did truly break.

Harv Pearson had to see all those crushed spirits and forlorn faces twice. Having to see them in person, day after day, is difficult enough. Inserting Judith’s pictures of some of those very same into their magazine, would break his heart as well. He had survived a hurricane, dodged submarines and bullets, but could not, in the end, defeat a human condition in despair.

The Pearson-Eastman Journal, whose gripping photographs and human-interest stories became a monthly fixture in a million American households in 1901, will have life as long as Judith Eastman draws a breath.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #178

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #178

…I would rather be a beat walking cop on the streets of New York, enforcing the truth, than to be the sheriff in a corrupt county…

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“You don’t have that Clete punk in custody and some hotshot lawyer is calling the shots. Not in my lifetime.” Hank Blount has been blinded by his usurped power and his racial predisposition.

“I wouldn’t underestimate them.”

“Them?”

“They are employees of Herbert Love. Did you really expect him to stay out of it?” Straight talk usually doesn’t work with Blount, because he always has a way around trouble. “But that’s not the worst of it. The lawyer wants to talk to Charlie’s girl, Hank.”

“You know she is on her way to Panama City. She ain’t pregnant anymore and she won’t be around to tell her story. I am not in the mood to hand over the nigger and that little tramp is history. We’ll have the only witness, the guy who saw them trying to leave the scene of an accident.”

“They saved the girl’s life by prying open Charlie’s roadster and you know how fast he drives.”

“Do you like having a job, sheriff? I butter your bread, so you best decide which side you are on.”

Upon further review, weighing conscience and justice, the Calhoun County Sheriff removes his badge. “You’re on your own, Hank. No way am I goin’ to be part of this big a lie.”

Company Town-001   Blount turns to fraud. “Be out of your house in 48 hours. The Bank of Blountstown is calling in your loan. You should have made last month’s payment on time.”

“I told you why we couldn’t, the new baby and all…”

“You better be more loyal in your next job, if you get one,” Blount supposes.

“I may not get a job, but I am sure the district judge will listen to what I have to say.” The sheriff turns the tables. “And it won’t stop with this case.”

For as long as anyone can remember, Hank Blount is without slick retort. His unopposed power seems to be eroding, because of a previously least threatening source: a black man, in a hopelessly incriminating position.

He never calls “his” sheriffs by their names, not wanting to get to know them or their families, in full realization that he may discard them, for the slightest insubordination, at any given moment. “Perhaps I have spoken in haste, sheriff. I know what they teach you in police training, but sometimes you have to skirt the law to achieve justice.”

“Justice? Upholding the law is why I became a peace officer and I have come the conclusion that there is little of that in Blountstown. I would rather be a beat walking cop on the streets of New York, enforcing the truth, than to be the sheriff in a corrupt county.” There are times when morals trump money. “I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping two days from now, but I can assure you that it will be with a clear conscience.”

“They are going to ask why you resigned.”

“I will tell the truth. You will make up something.”

The sandy soil of Calhoun County is shifting as fast as did the bedrock in San Francisco; one is already being reconstructed, the other may not see that day in a Blount’s lifetime.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #147

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #147

…I hope Susan B. Anthony is waiting for you in the lobby – that would fix your wagon!

“Has Beacon Hill copyrighted the name, Pearson-Eastman Journal?” asks Abbey in typically pointed fashion.

“Well, no, we have been swamped with the addition of Herbert Love to the limited partnership. It’s not like merely adding a name to a document you know,” James dares to clarify.

“If they do not have patent rights to their name, the first issue is fair game for plagiarism, or even worse, another magazine stealing their format ideas.”

“Yes,” he concedes, “I see your point. Sometimes even the senior partners lose track of details, seeing that we have over a one hundred clients that I am aware of. Not the least of them is J.P. Morgan’s scheme to freeze John D. Rockefeller out of the steel business.”

“I guess that makes George Eastman chopped liver?”

“No, but he is a silent partner. Judith is the Eastman in the lead.”

“Perhaps when women gain the right to vote, we’ll get some respect,” Abbeys states emphatically.

“Well, I respect you, honey bunch.” Oops.

“You can take your honey bunch and put it in the cellar next to the old potatoes. When men have the nerve to respect women outside the walls of the home, then and only then will God be glorified and true equality happening for all.”

“I must take my leave Hon…uh, Abbey. The office is expecting me.”

“Coward! I hope Susan B. Anthony is waiting for you in the lobby – that would fix your wagon!

  “I heard she is in a sanatorium, old and crazy I suspect.”

   He should have kept walking.

   “You best stop at the diner on your way home.”

    “What?”

     “And you will find your bed-things on the sofa. It will give you time to ponder women’s suffrage.”

This time he moves through the door without clever commentary. The doghouse is a lonely place.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode # 131

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #131

…“We had one lady who claimed that cigars were causing her husband’s poor health. I guess he had trouble breathing.”

“What nonsense,” Statler posits, “sounds like good old fashioned consumption to me?”…

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The Tallahassee folks on to good food & important friends.

Loyal Campbells-001“We make cigars, among other commodities, Mister Statler,” Herb pulls a Loyal Campbell from his tweed jacket pocket, handing it to their sponsor.

“There is nothing like a good cigar after a good dinner,” he bows his head in gratitude, passing it under his nose, looking at the wrapper ring. “Is that you?” He asks of Willy, referring to the representation on the ring.

“Yessir, it is.”

Herb continues his thought, “Yes, well, if you can imagine this, we had one lady who claimed that cigars were causing her husband’s poor health. I guess he had trouble breathing.”

 “What nonsense,” Statler posits, “sounds like good old fashioned consumption to me?

    They finally gain a private room, apart from the commercial banquet facility. About sixty guests are presently mingling, including the Presidential host. He seems completely at ease, appearing to have shed any and all problems of his life and the world in general. Gone, for the moment, are worries about his dear frail, convalescent Ida. The Boer War in South Africa and “Boxer Rebellion” fade to the background, especially since he has a second in command to rely on. Teddy Roosevelt, whose motto is, “Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far.”, is the perfect second term Vice-president; young, capable and right there for the Republican party should William McKinley choose not to run for a third term.

Two long tables flank the room, each filled to capacity with every manner of salad, entree and gourmet dish. If any in attendance goes home hungry, the onus is on them.

The President sees Statler, as well as his Florida friends enter, capping his mental list of invitees. “May I have your attention,” he clinks his brandy snifter with handy silverware. “I see my table has arrived, so without further ado, please indulge your selves in God’s generous blessings!”

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The crowd needs little of the prompting, having already staked out their seats, at one of the six circular oak tables, as well as exactly what crystal plate or dish in the buffet they are going to attack first.

McKinley wraps his arms around as many of his Southern folks as he can, separately or at one time. They follow his lead to the feast. “Do not forget to bring your plate. I so enjoy being able to serve myself, don’t you. Ummmm, this looks good, shrimp cocktail. Doesn’t this rice look special…, Florentine is it not, Lady Ferrell?”

Martha, who waits directly behind, answers, “Pilaf with almonds, I believe,” having the unique opportunity to correct a President.

Jacob Haley and Jacques Francois help Willy and Amanda sort through the culinary montage, when they’re not screening the room for potentially single females.

Alfrey is attached to the Endlichoffers, which is no surprise, but is helpless in consoling Ziggy about the apparent oversight of schnitzel or Hasenpfeffer.


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