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.

On the Fence

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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The NULL Solution = Episode 187

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The NULL Solution = Episode 187

… like a doting parent, the glistening orb from Neverland reminds one & all, that he/she/it/they remains dynamic in what goes on in the Milky Way…

The McKinney departure was treated like a holiday, on a planet where cyclical celebrations are nil, until that time in a cycle when those wacky stowaways from a distant planet arrived on their doorstep. If they had drunk-uncles on Eridanus, the McKinneys would be considered such.

While the general population rejoices then and now, Skaldic commiserates with Ekcello. Whether he will ever rid himself of his emotional ties to Deimostra is questionable. He has been spotted with Ekcello in those off-hour circadian rhythm hours practiced by the off-worlders. His mechanical expertise is essential to Ekcello’s doings.

Any elder who is anybody is sure to be on hand to watch NEWFOUNDLANDER whoosh away into the pinkish skies. Regular air travel is mandated to just above the height of the many towers. The piercing of the outer atmosphere is not to be missed or likely repeated anytime soon.

The Null contingent continues to be deliriously happy to roam freely anywhere. Some have ranged far. Others choose to cohabit nearer the action of Eupepsia.

The creativity and resourcefulness of the Null is inspiring. The notion of gift giving had been buried so deep, by the Gifted, that it took individuals like Offingga to compile a crate of mementos for the emigrants to take back to Earth. It will serve as proof that their post-Space Colony 1 adventure really did happen and has not been staged by a NASA conspiracy.

Offingga may be pleased to see Deimostra leave, but she is guilty of nothing more than understanding that the McKinneys are leaving behind a long chapter in their book of life.

As not to be excluded from this seminal moment, ⃝    makes an unexpected appearance. There, like a doting parent, the glistening orb from Neverland reminds one & all, that he/she/it/they remains dynamic in what goes on in the Milky Way.

Of course, any given reflection off by Lorgan is as different as the rare snow-fog-flakes that fall once in a pink moon. Some see faces, others the past and others something unknown.

As NEWFOUDLANDER zooms away, and the occupants look back and forward, they witness what is to be their outbound outcome, had any of them possessed the skill to interpret it?


The NULL Solution =

Episode 187


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The NULL Solution = Episode 178

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The NULL Solution = Episode 178

…What began as a like-minded alliance has morphed into a freighter of regret…

i regret everything by NintendoVii

Not long after Collapsar Axis’ exit from its native dimension, the residents, old of the Ÿ€Ð homeworld or the new gypsies picked up along the path to perdition, become restless as rumors spread like a firestorm. There has not a dictator made, that can squelch an entire population when those people have a mind to squawk.

Like a noisy squawk box, they harp in unison at the realization that they are going nowhere in an unfamiliar somewhere. What began as a like-minded alliance has morphed into a freighter of regret. The promise of roaming free rings hollow, when the roaming lacks purpose.

“We want to go back to our worlds!” is the common cry heard throughout. Eternal regret was not what this divergent group bargained for. They are paying the price for throwing in with a cross-eyed visionary.

And the emergence of unwelcome company, in this living hell, does little to soothe their savage souls.

“Great Župzïð, our battle cruisers have been engaged!” Collapsar Axis has gone from being the fearless big dog in the neighborhood, to just another malcontent. Entire fighting forces are being added to the mix; those that were roving the “real” Great Expanse with bad intent.

“Contact their flagship. I would like to speak with its leader.”

The front-running ship’s commander breaks off his attack to speak with Župzïð, “You have hijacked my ships. We will fight you to the death.”

Collapsar’s sheer size makes it the likely culprit.

“It is not we who brought you here. We are the confederation called Collapsar Axis. We belong to a galaxy far from this one. We have lost our way.”

That is a Freudian slip if there ever was one. He meant to say, “We are lost,” lost in translation.

“We were engaging a sphere that looked like it was threatening our world,” admits the attacking commander. “Now we find ourselves among strange stars and being asked a ridiculous question. Are you the source of that message?”

That had been the exact mistake made by the Ÿ€Ð fleet back in the day and compounded by Župzïð’s ignorance to this very day.

“We are not the builders of ⃝    . We are victims as well.”

The would-be combatants share a bond of serendipitous proportions.

“Have you seen the beacon of light originating in the Terran system?” Collapsar’s builder asks.

“Yes. What does such a primitive species have to do with such a thing? We disregarded that message as well. It smells like a trap… all that talk of universal peace is for the weak!”

There is a pattern developing. When a certain choice is posed, the proper response is expected.

“Have you seen the beacon in this place?”

“No,” is the simple answer, asked and answered by both men.


The NULL Solution =

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Episode 178


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The NULL Solution = Episode 111

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The NULL Solution = Episode 111

…Princess Cerella shares her ordeal on Earth, with one-on-ones and face-to-faces…

Face to Face by Stewart Kelly

After skimming through the actual piece of paper {unheard of these days}, its magnitude sinks in, the least of which is 2 less place settings, Francine rouses the gang to attention, with more than the sweet smell of bacon.

Each of the King Ranch residents takes a turn at reading the Epistle from Eridanus. What a cruel way to start a Saturday, having family members ripped from your midst, unannounced at that.

The only individual who will not understand for months to come is young Marscie McKinney. How do you explain such interstellar interactions to a toddler? Somewhere among the excuses must come impossible understanding.

Gus and Mindy hold each other like Gus is headed to prison with a life sentence hanging over his head.

Roy and Francine wonder where time has gone, recalling the days when Gus and Deke were harder to coral than Houdini, the longhorn steer.

One person left off the salutation is Dr. Jean-Luc Picard. His stellar {inter} care of Cerella and Joyner was not only necessary, but critical in their survival. So far as he was torn from his own Alpine world, he had grown attached to his patient{s} in a personal way. He has experienced the Texas-sized down-home hospitality provided by the entire King Ranch populous, right down to the men who clean the barns.

Picard takes his leave, forever changed by the experience, but not his taste for the Suisse high life.

Eridanus is abuzz with the spreading news of Princess Cerella’s return and of course her royal child, Joyner. Even after her return, what did not come back is her previous telekinetic prowess, so the sharing of her ordeal begins with one-on-one face-to-faces, she communicates in her own letter:


The NULL Solution =

Episode 111


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