Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 80

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 80

…Billy Graham bends the President Truman’s ear…

“Mr. President, we are approaching a slippery slope, a scenario in which religion is being pushed aside in favor of a godless society.” Billy Graham could not be more sincere.

“The Founding Fathers designed the Constitution around religious freedom, how can that be threatened?” wonders the leader of the Free World.

“There is spiritual warfare going on, Sir. Satan continues to exert his corruptive influence at every turn of man’s development and if he can assure his deceptions about evolution rule the day in America’s classrooms, God will essentially being shunted into an inconsequential corner, at least where the greater populous is concerned.”

Graham frames the danger with a story, “You are familiar with the analogy of the frog and the pot of boiling water, well the heat is being turned up on our people and they are ignorant of any danger. Before they know it, they will believe his pack of lies.”

“The devil you say? Like a rebellious child, he opposes God’s authority.”

“Yes the Devil and his minions. It seems to me that he is using the nation’s collective exhale from the horrors of the last war to swoop in and erode our moral fabric. And do not think for a moment that you aren’t a prime target for his misdeeds Mr. Truman. You are the leader of the free world, a world free to worship the God who created us in His own image. This nation looks to you for direction; an ethical President makes for a moral country.”

“And I thought Hiroshima had consequences,” Truman has quietly shouldered tremendous burdens in his service to the United States of America while not getting the credit for it. His dismissal of General Douglas MacArthur in the Korean Theater has people calling for his head, never mind all the other good stuff. “I had a discussion with my spy guy, Director Hillenkoetter, about the Libby Affair and he tells me they have an embedded agent, code name “Rogue”, deep inside the organization responsible and are in the process of penetrating the core leadership.”

An important ally has taken this matter to heart.

“Other than CIA involvement, I must leave a portion of this battle to those best equipped, like you and the Catholic Church. For my part, I will use my weekly radio address to reinforce the importance of God’s role in shaping the country and its policies… remind the people about why we fought for our independence… I might even use that ‘frog in a pot’ story, if you don’t mind.”

“The frog will never jump into already boiling water,” Graham underlines the punch line.

Harry Truman suggests, “That would be the President’s job.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 66

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 66

…“That’s it… sure? Do you ever say no?”

“I do plenty, just not today.”…

“I have an apartment over east of State St., would you like to come over and talk about life for a while?”

— ‘Talk about life – what kind of cornball invite is that? Constance thinks, instead of speaks, to herself this time.

Without so much as a twitch, Fanny Renwick responds, “Sure.”

Was that too easy? again, she thinks to her nosey self. “It’s within walking distance. Let’s leave before your boss kicks us out.”

On the walk to Constance’s modest garden apartment and continuing past the midnight hour, they gain a familiarity usually reserved for life-long friends. Seemingly all of their combined 50 years are covered in that span of 7 brief hours.

Everyone remembers talking forever to someone you have known forever, but in this case, two lonesome spirits bond in a blink of an eye. It becomes apparent that neither wants this day to end, but there are far too many delicate topics that need to be broached before overnight stays are proper.

Before surrendering to separation, Constance tosses another softball in Fanny’s direction, “My parents have a cottage down in Panama City Beach, would you like to come down and hang out this weekend?”

 “Sure.”

“That’s it… sure? Do you ever say no?”

“I do plenty, just not today.”

“You are a peach, Fanny! I thought I was doomed to another boring weekender with the folks. Cool. Pack an overnighter and do not forget your bathing suit.” She may not live with her parents, but they still subsidize their only daughter’s university lifestyle and they truly are boring people, according to their dearest “Connie”. “Where do I pick you up?”

“I’ll meet you back here at your place.” At 25, Fanny is embarrassed to tell Constance that she still actually lives at home with her parents in Frenchtown, an increasingly seedy area in the heart of Tallahassee. “What time?”

“Is 7:00 too early, it’s a two hour drive to the coast?”

“It’s a date, 7 o’clock and don’t be late!”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 64

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 64

…”Fanny Renwick at your service…”

Connie and Fan have been the best of friends ever since they met in a Tallahassee eatery 20 years ago, in the midst of the Great Depression…

‘Where is that waiter with my bill?’ Constance Caraway wonders, eating out alone having vowed that she would never do so, ‘only losers eat by themselves’. Having broken off yet another relationship the week before, the 24 year old coed she finds herself alone again. She has taken her time at university, not able to focus in on any specific major, although she always fancied herself a writer, ‘You are a bore, Connie, face it. You need some excitement in your life. Why write about something, when you can experience it first hand’.

“Who are you talking to?” asks the waitress, who had been working that “lounge” side of Yancy’s Place (Yancy hates the greasy spoon designation), replacing Constance’s former male server.

She puts away her journal, looks around as if losing track of someone, “I was—well— looking for the waiter, you know I am done eating and I’d like to leave.”

The young girl notices the legal pad, “Are you a writer? I love to read, reading Agatha Christie on my breaks.”

“Murder at the Vicarage?” Constance does fancy herself the heroine type, especially a younger version of Christie’s Miss Jane Marple. “ I haven’t written much of anything lately.” Constance is secure in that statement, but upon closer examination, she takes notice of the perky redhead handing her the bill she had been looking for. Upon further inspection, this young woman seems overqualified for waitressing “I do not recall seeing you in here before.”

Fanny Renwick at your service; would you like dessert, we have lemon meringue pie, rice pudding and the chef’s famous triple chocolate cake?” Fanny does well do recite the desert menu. “I usually work the bar.”

“I’ll have that cake, thank you,” she had not planned on topping off her meal with a treat, but what the hell. She will temporarily ignore those 5 extra pounds as swimsuit season down at Panama City Beach is around the bend. For the present, she will risk the extra calories in the interest of prying into this Fanny-person’s life status.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 45

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 45

…the patient is a mumbling, stammering, jittery mess with the look of a drug addict…

“Take the call, I’ll jump on the extension,” Constance runs up the stairs, excited about the only outside reference about the man since they came to Chicago, almost a week ago. She takes a backseat on the following conversation:

“Thank you Millie, put him through to me.” After an electrical buzz he prompts, “Hello Martin Kamen here?”

“My name is D. Louis Steinberg, the Superintendent of Elgin State Hospital. I need to speak with someone about a patient in our care.”

“A patient, is he about six feet tall with sandy colored brown hair?” Martin describes Willard’s physical countenance from the neck up.

“Why yes, as a matter of fact and the only thing of substance we can get out of him concerns the University of Chicago. He had a jam packed pocket protector with this telephone number on the top of the list.” Steinberg is attempting to piece together information that will lead to identifying a John Doe.

“Does he have a crooked index finger,” something only a friend would notice or even care about.

“Why yes, when we asked him to sign his name… and he couldn’t, I did notice that he was left handed,” something a friend can use to confirm the possibility of that being Libby.

Left handed and if he did sign his name you would not have been able to read it,” hen scratching that he has spent the last 5 years having to decode.

“Well then perhaps he did write his name—-which you are telling me, is?”

“I believe you have a Dr. Willard Libby of the Biochemistry Department at the University of Chicago and Argonne National Laboratory.”

“Why yes, he does have an intelligent look about him, but I can tell you that that’s where it ends. He is a mumbling, stammering, jittery mess with the look of a drug addict needing his fix.” Steinberg administrates a mental health facility. “I was playing a hunch, when I called your University about this patient. He exhibits the effects of electro-shock, not the addictive profile one would assume.”

“The only thing he is addicted to is his work, the half-life of the radioisotope Carbon-14.”

“My yes,” Steinberg’s short response to a surprisingly weighty subject. “What do you suggest we do with him; there is no one who would be his advocate?”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 28

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 28

…Sister Joe lets slip one very important previously unreported detail…

Constance appears to wander aimlessly through the halls, looking for tangible clues left behind by eclectic, if not curious assortment of men. She checks all the waste baskets she can find, not exactly an ordinary thing to do.

“Forgive us, but the custodian is on a leave of absence. Coincidently, we have no bookings scheduled for the next three weeks, too cold for folks I guess. I haven’t had the chance to take out the trash.”

“That’s okay, just hoping to find something, anything about the Pope… I’m a big fan.” More like big liar, but her sticky fingers do net some scraps of paper with, hopefully debris from the meeting of the six eclectic men.

Sister Joe lets slip one very important previously unreported detail.

“There was a briefcase left alongside the conference table in the conference room, but when I told Will about it, he said it wasn’t his. It requires a key, so he said it must belong to that man that government gentleman. I left it right where I found it. Wouldn’t that Mr. Wolfgram come back for it if it was important?”

Martin Kamen nods emphatically, doing his level best to keep Mary Joseph’s attention away from the girls, who by now are scurrying through Tolentine like mice in the cover of darkness.

“Not here,” says one.

“Not here,” says the other in passing.

“Nothing.”

“Notta.”

“Got it!” Fanny proclaims.

“Head straight for the car, Fan. Tell Eddie to stay at the ready. Me and Marty will try to get some more info from her even though I don’t think she has no clue about what has gone on here.”

“Neither does us.”

“Maybe no, maybe yes, but we are about to know more about something, so get out to the car before she sees you with that thing!”

Sainted Aunt Mary had one thing of value to share about her nephew’s stay. “He seemed normal to me, said he would invite me over for Christmas, us both being alone for the holiday. I guess he had a change of plans; never heard back from him.”

Related image“Yes, something unexpected came up.”

“Tell him that I love him, when you see him.”

“We will Sister Franks,” Martin promised, hoping they would get the chance to deliver the message.


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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 262

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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 262

…the McKinney custom of sharing a meal with the Eridanians continues, but…

Van Gogh: Three People Sharing a Meal

…One solitary creature stays behind, having eavesdropped on the serious, troubling conversation between family members. Ekcello did not enjoy spying on them, but it is the only way he can gauge their emotional temperature; not only the immediate, but the long run effect. The humans have permeated his perfect previously ordered world and it concerns him.

Would he, could he allow Eridanus slip back into that trap, the morass of emotion and busy-ness that they had worked so many years to suppress? Or is this Earthly infusion what his world needs to step away from the sideline of galactic influence, back into the main-stem of time and space?

And what is best (or fairest) outcome for these strangers in a strange land? Ekcello knows full well that this is not where they belong. —

Strangers

— For some reason, perhaps wanting nothing to do with sleep, after two-point-five years of it, or maybe the overall mellowing of his general personality, Gus lightens up considerably. Being in the presence of universal beauty may be part of it, along with his brother’s keen interest in one specific beauty; “Cool beans… Say Deke, when was the last time you’ve been on a real date? Was it that electrical engineer in the propulsion department; smarter than she was pretty, but prettier than she was interesting?”

He glares back at him. Gus has the Sampson McKinney gene for speaking out of class, as well as forgetting that the walls have ears, “She can hear you, fool!” He is quite protective of her feelings. “Cerella is explaining a specific function on the food module and you are talking smack!”

“Tell me they have pizza here?!” Gus can only hope.

“She has done her best to program some of my favorites.” Deke has the dope. “She is closing in on liver & onions (pause for effect),” the steaming round object, flat and smeared with a red sauce, dotted with something, and topped with something else that seems to have melted, has miraculously appeared in their wall-mounted food dispenser, “oh and pizza”.

Together, this cosmic trio, consisting of 2 prospective lovers and one Gus, sit around a table sampling the neo-American delicacy and its odd gratification. The one who is new to pizza is exhilarated by the experience; thus are the unpretentious pleasures of the simple life.


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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 222

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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 222

…The physical appeal of these Eridanians is an acquired taste… much like oysters on the half-shell or a shot of MALÖRT liquor is for the uneducated palate..

An Acquired Taste by Johan Potma

There is a meeting of two worlds, 9 light-years apart in The Milky Way and a light-century apart in societal progress…

Light-Years-Away-feat-DBX1

…From the tiptop of this whimsical Eridanian structure to the place where the NEWFOUNDLANDER has come home to roost, whatever lay beneath is marginally visible. Intermittent banks of mist-laden clouds do not help visibility, although the cool condensed water vapor is oddly refreshing to their weary spirits.

About the time when Sampson’s headache minimally abates, Ekcello breaks the silence. He knows that Sampson McKinney is the head of this Earthly family, but is frustrated by not having an acceptable method of two-way communicating. With each successive go ‘round it gets better, but an apt comparison would be, having a productive conversation with a pet or coffeemaker.

#We have decided to extract your background information from your mate. How long she is needed depends on her ability to recover from our sessions.#

#You and your offspring will be given our best accommodations, to meet the requirements of your human form. We endeavor that you acquire the skills needed for prompt communication. Please feel free to ask for your maximum needs#

On a similar wavelength as Ekcello, Deimostra takes her father by the hand. He is not exactly feeling like his confident “Sammy Mac” self.

Another robed figure, an overtly feminine specimen unlike preceding procession of “male” figures, appears out of nowhere when they step off that drastic elevator experience. The physical appeal of these Eridanians is an acquired taste… much like oysters on the half-shell or a shot of MALÖRT liquor is for the uneducated palate, but this “woman” has a look of elegance and grace, an Eridanian version of beauty.

Ekcello’s parting statement to them accounts for this observation, #As Deimostra is to Sampson, Cerella is to me. She is heiress to the High Counsel. She will assist you in getting you settled for now and when the time is correct, she will take you on a tour of the planet that will forever be your home#


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