Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #71

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #71

…Willy and Herbert exchange sideward glances, neither having seen so much as a smudge of soot on him….

Just two adult visitors (Herbert & Willy) and their host (John) retire to Hillside Estate, just as the setting sun dips below the tree line, glowing dimly all the way.

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“Wooly”

Martha is faithfully waiting outside her San Luis Lake castle with Agnes at her side, along with Wooly the sheepdog who is sleeping at their feet. And though they are accustomed to the prolonged absence of the head of the house, they do not rest until he is safely home. They have anticipated guests for the night by, so they need to prepare the spare bedrooms. Ever since the unexpected loss of the irreplaceable Olla, mother and daughter take up the care for the house, no one therein is having the will to find another upstairs maid.

“We were wondering if the doctor kidnapped you, perhaps to harvest your organs,” Martha says, with a hint of sarcasm with a pinch of resentment.

“They are old, Martha dear. I help them whenever I can. Today I cleaned the front room ChimneySweepingchimney. I can feel a chill coming soon and I don’t want their house to burn down. It would be ashes in a blink of an eye.”

Willy and Herbert exchange sideward glances, neither having seen so much as a smudge of soot on him.

“Should we make you men some supper? You must be famished,” she offers dutifully.

There have been giant strides in the area of cooking, but it remains the single most missed chore of Laura Bell’s former jobs; the menu.

White_Lies  White_Lies  “As a matter of fact, Frieda made her famous wiener schnitzel and insisted we stay, right my friends?” John prompts.

“Oh my, yes, a true European delicacy it was,” agrees and adds Love. He is mildly suspicious of John’s liberty with small details.

“Let’s go inside and enjoy some Indian spiced tea. John, would you start a fire in the den… or is our chimney not fit for a autumn fire?”

“Certainly dear” he ignores the snide addendum to the request. “Say, where is James?” he wonders.

“I will give you three guesses and the first two do not count.”


Alpha Omega M.D.

Episode #71


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #60

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #60

…The emotional bond that first gripped the two youngin’s in the summer, has progressively warmed, simmered, boiled and now threatens to surpass the rim of the pot…

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Christmas Tallahassee-001What a Christmas indeed.

Unaware of John Ferrell’s various ins and outs, Martha Ferrell is equally unaware that son James has no intention of honoring the brother-sister relationship, as it applies to Abigail Smythwick. And to be sure, methinks the lady doth protest too much. Maintaining an acceptable decorum, in the company of others, is all that they can manage. The emotional bond that first gripped them in the summer has progressively warmed, simmered, boiled and now threatens to surpass the rim of the pot.

If one ignores something, perhaps it will go away. ‘It is sure to be mere infatuation, you know, a phase of adolescence’, Martha tells a friend, who has noticed how the two act away from home, specifically in her secondary school classroom. True siblings are rarely so close; twins being the possible exception, but James and Abbey are a year apart, the sole apparent separation.

 Take the day before Christmas break, the two week holiday from classes, creating a bridge to 1897. Everyone is anxious to set aside studies. Ferrell and Smythwick-Ferrell cannot wait themselves, to steal a moment during lunch.

“James,” Abbey whispers, “let’s eat our lunch outside. It’s such a pretty day.” She is incapable of suppressing the feminine charms emoting in all four directions and three known dimensions; doing absolutely nothing to establish her sisterly self.

“I’ve got a blanket in my locker. Meet me at the Sweetheart Tree.”

Around the corner, just out of sight, Agnes is an interested spectator, by definition a voyeur, secretly wishing it was she who had a young man vying for her attention. That “big sister” notion at first seemed ducky, idealistically pleasing. But it is obvious that if Abigail’s father had not died, she and James would be on a similar collision course. Adoption into their family has facilitated the attending of the same school which has only served to fan the embers into ardent flames.

Agnes shadows James on the way to the tree that has more initials carved into its bark than words in her favorite books, Little Women. Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy were sisters fast and true, something to be admired, just not to be for her. Instead, she sees her brother courting the Meg to her Jo, leaving only Mother to confide in. When Agnes looks closely in the mirror, it is mother, Martha’s reflection she perceives. The end results of that notion are palatable, but only if she could find a man like James. He is the man she wished she could marry.

The younger Ferrell watches, as the rival for her brother’s affection applies her wanting lips on a defenseless, yet willing participant. Agnes has hid these confusing thoughts since from before her blossoming womanhood had intruded on normality. Very little has been the same since. What a cruel twist of nature; knowing exactly how you feel, not ever being able to state her case in understandable terms.

Even more frustrating, is the fact that, if she dares to undermine the situation, no good can ever come of it. Woe is she.


Alpha Omega M.D.

Episode #60


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #46

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #46

…The Campbells is free! The Campbells is free!’ are the cries for joy…

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“Are you sure the cabin is empty?!” demands Pigface of his night watchman, whose tending of his duties has lapsed this evening into morning. “They’re on the lamb with three brats and a useless old woman. They can’t be far! Get the dogs, you damn fool, whilst the trail is still warm!” 

The baying of a trio of converted coonhounds brings sleep to a raucous halt for the rest of these renaissance cavemen of the 19th century. The lamps in the overseers’ quarters, as well as the mansion are lit room by room. Looking out the window of his bedroom, Jefferson Smythwick sees a line of torches heading northwest across his recently harvested fields. When word of the Campbell flight reaches him, he orders every available man to the search.

The news spreads like wildfire from farm to farm on the plantation. ‘The Campbells is free! The Campbells is free!’ are the cries for joy, resounding and inciting. Those workers who remain take up the torch as well; not to aid in the capture of the Campbells, rather to band together in revolt. Within the hour of 2 A.M., the light generated by scores of burning buildings illuminates the Midway landscape better than the coming clouded sunrise could hope to.

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There are sporadic rifle shots amidst the chaos, but they are drowned out by the explosions coming from the dynamite shed. The explosive used in stump removal craters straight down to the bedrock.

It feels like a Florida quake after all, epicenter, just outside of Midway. Fort Sumter South shakes to the depth of its old Southern ways, the sound of freedom echoes far and wide. From the slave traders on the Gold Coast in West Africa to the slave markets in Atlanta, Georgia.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #13

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #13

…Your letters stopped comin’ over a year ago…

Post-funeral mingling continues…

“We’ll all be missin’ her, Doc, just like we’ve been missin’ you,” offers Edwina Stephens, longtime Frenchtown resident and friend to the family. A warm embrace is given to all in the greeting line.

Second in sequence is J. Kenty Johnson, who along with A.O., was one of the first black doctors in the former Confederacy; numbered lower than 100 for the longest time. “You had the finest possible woman, ‘specially for a doctor, A.O. A single man like me can sure ‘preciate that.”

“Thank you, Johnnie. I know I couldn’ta made it through those early years without her. She was a blessin’ to me.”

“To everyone,” it is agreed.

The slow moving, single file line produces a surprise: Hosea Campbell, the wayward older brother of the doctor, who still looks like his vocation, a purveyor of prostitution. He saunters up respectfully.

“I’ma sorry that I ain’t been ‘round these years, Alfrey,” he speaks to his brother using a nickname only the Quincy Campbells use; Alfrey actually being A.O.’s given name. It wasn’t dignified enough.

“How’d Jersey been treatin’ you, Hosey?” asks Alpha, not expecting what would be coming out of his mouth next.

“Oh well, I’m doin’ okay,” Hosey says, changing to a whisper, “but Angie is worried sick ‘bout you. Your letters stopped comin’ over a year ago. She’s thinkin’ you forgot about her.”

The doctor discretely responds in muted words, “Tell Angela and her mother that I’ll be contactin’ them soon. I was fearin’ the warden’s been spying on my mail, don’t need his knowin’ ‘bout Camille.”

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Secrets are undisclosed facts. You would swear that these liberties with the truth would make a heck of a good story, if they did not make such painful truth. And it’s not as though things got this complicated overnight. Years of careless planning have contributed to current circumstances. 1919 was one interesting year, in the deep dark past and the culprit in several indiscreet situations by multiple offenders.

“Camille is married, did ya know?” Hosey is updating the New Jersey news, as they shunt to an unoccupied corner.

It has caught the doctor off balance. “Married?” There is a slight trembling in his voice, reflecting a tinge of unwarranted possessiveness.


Alpha Omega M.D.

Episode #13


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #6

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #6

…What bittersweet irony for a family gathering…

Outside the tall barbed wire crowned concrete wall, past a solitary entry, today turned exit, awaits an entourage worthy of the preeminent boxer of this day, Sugar Ray Robinson, replete with a long black limousine, armed guards and one important addition; the Campbell family complete. R. Worth Moore has managed to assemble the three girls, two of their husbands and those precious grandchildren.

Throw in some Tallahassee tag-a-longs, friends and such, with card-carrying members of the Southeastern Medical Society and you have a mobile armada, of loving proportions. The only thing missing from the fleet is the Frenchtown High School marching band. Their bus is in the shop.

Alpha Omega Campbell, M.D. passes through the restrictive threshold of his temporary home, amid cheers, tears and warden-ly leers, the latter is on hand to remind the doctor that he is expected to return. This makeshift celebration does, after all, resemble a triumphant return to civilian life.

“We miss you, Daddy!” His daughterly namesake, Alpha, is the first to express the most simple of salutations. The Mizzels had flown in from Fort Lauderdale. Her husband Vaughn is also a doctor, as it goes for two out of the three daughters betrothed.

The McLouds, accounting for the #2 Campbell girl, Laura, is next to applying a warm stranglehold on her shorter father. Her uniquely fair skin begs an obvious question, but her stunning beauty deflects the any gossip. Franklin McLoud is in real estate, unable to attend, a pressing land deal blocks his attendance.

He looks down at a young grandchild. “And you, little Laura, the day I see you stop growing is the day I meet my Maker.”

Daughter #3, Zillah Shirley, last but not least in his heart, joins the love reunion. Youngest daughters will always be considered daddy’s little girl and with Zillah farthest away, even at her closest, this special encounter magnifies the joy. Washington D.C. is a world much removed from the old South, but people get sick, even in Camelot, despite official decrees.

  What bittersweet irony for this gathering. Death is a regrettable excuse to assemble this menagerie of a clan, but when weddings and child dedications dry up, this is what’s left.


Alpha Omega M.D.

Episode #6


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 133

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 133

…Bartholomew Simpson has had a shaky, if not inexplicable role in the perpetuation of The Great Deception…

Anger is a wasted emotion in the Angelic Realm, even though God has every right to be.

As a result, there is no reason for us to get mad when God is not on our side. It is fruitless.

God does not support Pentateuch, who has the Earth as his playground and is completely on his own… and prone to anger… especially when he loses.

He also has his “ways” to keep track of things that interest him. And even though Cephus has quit communicating with him, he has not quit spying on Cephus’ whereabouts.

Forever Mastadon has not gone away. Its stealth tendrils are firmly entrenched wherever they are needed. One such secret stem has spotted Cephus/Daniels back in the Chicago, making a visit to the offices of McGraw-Hill, where FM has a foothold, in the person of the Head of Content.

Daniels/James, now that he has shed his other disguise shells, remains on the case which Willard Libby has started. He is curious as to why the publisher was so interested in the subject of carbon dating, so much so that they were in talks with him in the days leading up to Libby’s abduction.

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McGraw-Hill Publishers

Bartholomew Simpson has had a shaky, if not inexplicable role in the perpetuation of The Great Deception. He has heard about new, solid evidence that the “age of humans” is due for a huge correction and because new textbooks are in the process of content editing, the publisher needs to be the first to know the 5 W’s, not the last.

Pentateuch has been using subliminal suggestion as a management tool in the recesses of Simpson’s malleable mind. Up until recently, the issue of Evolution vs. Creation was foursquare in the “amino acid to upright hominid” corner. But there is an invisible fence bordering this suddenly open field and B. Simpson is now straddling that fence.

 With awakening comes awareness.

  •  Libby is ready to spill the Carbon-14 Recipe Beans.
  • Daniels has covert plans for Mr. Bartholomew Simpson.
  • CCPI Chi-town subtracts one member, adds another.
  • Dick Cannon seeks movie stars to shill for his “church”.
  • Pentateuch is disappointed with his Earthly accomplices.

 From the enlightening saga of Willard Libby down to the evil machinations of the lord of Hades and everyone in between, the time has come to maneuver.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 99

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 99

…Fanny is genuinely exciting at having the chance to spearhead her own investigation…

CCPI is getting briefed on an upcoming case…

“James Ferrell’s (Campbell’s longtime “get his ass out of a jam” lawyer) health prevents him from doing his usual good job, if you know what I mean,” R. Worth Moore asserts. “This girl from Jacksonville was sent to Campbell by a white doctor from Havana and now she’s having trouble with her baby. She is afraid that it is going to be stillborn and with the anti-abortion sentiment flying around prosecutors’ offices down here, I don’t want A.O. getting involved but I am afraid it’s too late.”

“Fanny and I are up in Chicago working, but I think I can send her back to help.”

“Fantastic Miss Caraway, I will not forget this! I can wire you the money to a Western Union near you.”

“That’s quite alright, Mr. Moore. Doc Campbell is always there for us, I think we can wait until the job’s done.”

“I insist that the plane ticket will be on us. down in Tallahassee” Constance gives Moore their Kimbark Street Chicago address. The $50 dollar TWA ticket is usually reserved for the wealthy traveler, so if he insists, Constance will not protest too much.

Fanny is genuinely exciting at having the chance to spearhead her own investigation, a rare morsel of autonomy from her boss, not that she “isn’t her own woman” when quibbles between them arise.

“I’ve ordered a taxi to take you to Midway Airport, 5:35 TWA flight to Tallahassee with one stop in Baltimore.” After one flight to Chicago, Constance rattles off the itinerary like a pro.

“Are you going to miss me Connie?” she is fishing for affection.

She gets her hug, along with a dose of realism, “We have to keep things running at home. I think I’ll be able to clean things Ace Bannionup here and I will feel better having you away from this madness, safe and sound.”

Constance fails to tell Fanny that she has been contacted by Ace Bannion; of all the people on Earth, he represents the greatest perceived threat to the depth of their relationship.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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