Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode # 205

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… The addition of an American presence, an earnest participation that more than offsets the withdrawal of Russia from the fray, spells trouble for the Central Powers with a capital U-S-A…

In Paris, Harv is leading a small army of correspondents, making the P-E J the qualified source for news on the western front. While his wife rubs elbows with the stars, he wears a heavy cast iron bowl on his head. He dodges cold raindrops and the hail of gunfire. But the Great War is beginning to grow on him, due in part that he has learned how slowly it actually moves, especially when you are privy to intelligence information; not many “Verduns” up anybody’s sleeve without some foreknowledge.

The addition of an American presence, an earnest participation that more than offsets the withdrawal of Russia from the fray, spells trouble for the Central Powers with a capital U-S-A. She is slow to anger, but as in the Spanish-American set-to, you best not “Yank” on the tail of a hellcat. The dough boys have landed in France, almost three months since that April 1917 declaration of war; time to redraw the lines on the western front.

The Western Front

At sixty-three, the age when most people retire from a life of toil and travail, Harv Pearson is punctuating his already rich abidance, the sound of gunfire never out of earshot. Some of those rounds of ammunition are fired from the air, synchronized, parting the whirling blades of airplane propellers.

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He meets a man of lofty vision, one of the most intriguing characters of the American military, accidentally on purpose, while seeking stories overlooked by other war correspondents. Colonel Billy Mitchell is the maverick commander of our wing of the Allied Air Corps and has been busy lobbying for this new form of waging war. There is, however, no verifiable history to support his claims. So much of his opposition comes from traditionalists who have never left the terra firma, save jumping out of the way of a lethal bouncing grenade.

Here in Britain, where most of the airfields dot the rolling countryside, there is less resistance to change, seeing that urgency is higher on the priority ladder. And there are the French, the self-proclaimed inventors of the airplane, who have had Americans flying in their ranks for a couple of years now and are the most comfortable in the sky.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #198

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…Please tell me what it was like to be knighted by the Queen.” John tries his best to get his cousin to be the least immodest, bringing up a subject of great pride to a loyal subject…

Knighted

Knighted by Eva Hollyer

John Ferrell interrupts the polarized opinion exchange about golf, “I have heard of the sport, in fact we have a club in Tallahassee, on the university grounds.”

“Splendid! I will show you how to play when we take you up on your kind invitation to visit. It sounds like you have the perfect climate.” He grips his mashie niblick.

“Don’t be aswingin’ those things in the house James, remember the chandelier?” Mrs. Barrie warns.

“One of my best passes, it was.”

“Me thinks you should be in France, shurein the Germans would flee to home at the sight of you and that stick.”

Please tell me what it was like to be knighted by the Queen.” John tries his best to get his cousin to be the least immodest, bringing up a subject of great pride to a loyal subject, when a carriage comes barreling up the winding trail leading to the Barrie country home. “That will be Harv Pearson and his bride, the publishers of that magazine I brought you.”

“Good work… with stories that match the finest photographs I have ever seen,” high praise from an accomplished judge of word and people.

     “That is Sir James Barrie,” Judith nudges her husband, who may not know, “saw his first production in London, now he is one of the most prolific playwrights – ever.”

“Welcome to bonnie ol’ Scotland set a spell and let’s talk about the generosity of America!”

Judith, who almost never drinks alcohol, accepts a spot from the host. She is smart enough to sip, yet unable to prevent the inevitable shiver, as it burns a path down her esophagus.

“Thank you, Mister Barrie. My wife has been following your career from the beginning, as she will surely tell you later.” Harv speaks, Judith is recovering. “And it is good to see you, John. We were surprised at your cable, quite an undertaking in these troubling times.” He does not recall extreme bravery as one of this man’s character.

“Matthew, that’s what his friends call him, told us of the terrible suffering in the Isles and I was moved to gather the excess bounty that God has blessed us with and share them.”

Neither does Harv remember him as an excessively Godly man.

 “I am so inspired by John’s kindness that I myself feel twinges of guilt. I see the suffering, yet continue on with my flights of fancy.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #188

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…It will be our last great adventure, and then we’ll hand the lead reporting over to the young studs and fillies…

7 may 1915

“My God, Harv, the Germans have sunk the Lusitania!” The journalists at P-E J have been watching the goings on in Europe and the Eastern Mediterranean ever since Germany declared war on Russia in August of 1914, the first sign that a great war was beginning. France and Britain are joined and join in protecting borders that have been in place for most of the millennium. It will not be long before observers of the near global conflict need a scorecard, much like the ones used to keep track of a baseball game, to understand who has declared war on whom and who is on who’s side.

      “We have heard the rumors, Judith that “she” may have been carrying relief supplies to Britain, munitions and such. There is no reason to think that the Germans were going to ignore her.” Harv has been sitting on the fence concerning this war, teetering from dove to hawk and back, depending on the level of atrocity and loss of life.

“I think we should get to Europe, before oceangoing is banned altogether. If it truly is the “Great War”, as some are calling it, there is void to be filled. No one is seriously covering it. Sure, there are a few reporters over there, feeding the wire services with sketchy information, but there is not a single magazine with staff in place.

“What would you say to one last hoorah?” She stares back at him like he is crazy. “It will be our last great adventure, and then we’ll hand the lead reporting over to the young studs and fillies.”

   “You said that after we trailed Poncho Villa over three states, two territories and half of Mexico.” Judith reminds him of the possible danger they had narrowly escaped, several times.

      “Yes, but,” not a great comeback, “look at what Life Magazine is doing.”

  “They are wet behind the ears!”

          “That’s just it. They are going after the soft stuff. You won’t see their senior editors anywhere near a war zone and their reporters are too scared to volunteer.” His assessment is mostly true. They will stand back, for the time being, but should the United States be drawn into battle, they will find a way to muster up war correspondents.

          “Are you sure you want to do this, Harv, we are no spring chickens, you know,” Judith reasons.

          “That’s right: I am the savvy rooster and you are the wise old hen, queen of the henhouse, top-row laying…”

          “Stop, while you’re ahead! I get the message. Just remember, if we don’t die trying, I may kill you anyway. Blockades, U-Boats, dirigibles, poison gas… I don’t think I’ll get the chance.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #149

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…This is the big magazine launch day. Judith prepares to greet Herbert Love and the young Ferrells at a continental eatery in the Rochester Arms…

The world is getting smaller, so-to-speak. Things happen faster. Turn your head and you surely have missed something. Important or not, the train of life chugs on, gaining momentum on a downhill grade. Boston, turn around, Rochester, student, turn around, you are an attorney.

“I won’t disappoint you, Mr. Hamilton,” states James Ferrell

Turn around, Judith Eastman and say goodbye to the simple life. Remember when: you were much unattached, you would test cameras for your brother, and you went home to a darkened flat with Frisky eagerly awaiting his chance to relieve himself.

The world revolves from night to day, revealing Harv Pearson and a budding national magazine. One has stolen your heart, the other your serene settled existence. She hurriedly piles her waist length hair on top of her pretty head in advance of greeting her house mate on this clear, chilly November day. She will find him on the daybed in her living room, just as she does on a daily basis. There are fewer and fewer true gentlemen in these United States, indeed the world; where in France a Frenchman would bed two women and then have his lunch. Not Harv Pearson, no. He is a throwback, yes, but Judith loves him for it. There is much to be said for waiting to consummate a relationship, even if everyone and her brother probably assume the juicy, yet incorrect.

This is the big magazine launch day. Dressed in her finest blue taffeta gown, she prepares to greet Herbert Love and the young Ferrells at a continental eatery in the Rochester Arms, the stylish hotel that will house the out-of-town players in the inauguration of the Pearson-Eastman Journal.

“Judith, where did you put my gray suit?” Harv wonders.

“Do you mean the one you wear with that red bowtie? Not today. I bought you one of those new tuxedos. It’s hanging in the hall closet.”

“We will look like a best man and maid of honor at a wedding!”

“Perhaps you will acquire some ideas from the occasion.” Judith is hinting at combining names, if it were not for the marquee value of her Eastman tag. “You see, George promised me he would have one of his assistants capture the moment for us – and you know how distinguished George looks for business.”

“Does he sleep with a three piece suit on?”

inventors poster“NO! He merely looks the part of the world’s leading inventor.”

Period.

Pearson withholds citing the surnames Bell and Edison, Ford and other cutting edge innovators. He keeps in mind that, before he arrived on the scene, Judith’s respect and admiration centered on her famous brother. He will muster up as much distinguished as a veteran news hound can. It’s not like he doesn’t cut a fine figure of a man, it’s just the stigma attached to what some folks have labeled “monkey suits”. And there is nothing like his tweed coat, cotton shirt and yes, a neatly tied red bow tie.

  “What time is our meeting?” He changes the subject.

   The doorbell rings from below.

    Judith beckons through the voice pipe, “Who is it?”

     “It is me, dear.” A voice echoes up the tube to the second floor.

     “Quick, get dressed Harv,” she chastens. “I will be right down to get you, George.”

      “I hear the early inventor catches the worm…. good gracious Jude, is he in the Greenland time zone?”

     “Be kind, Harv. I cannot remember when I’ve seen him so excited.”

 Wisenheimer-001     “You mean more than when he developed the high speed shutter?”

      “Oh, you wisenheimer!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #145

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…“Great minds think alike!” insists  Harv Pearson…

“I would like to throw a goodly sum into your initial investment. I hope I am not too bold, folks, but we all know that the more cash you have in the beginning, the greater the chances are for real success.” Herb Love knows business.

Pearson-Eastman, Eastman-Pearson nod to each other.

“It looks that we will have a built-in board of directors, Herbert. You have got to know that Judith’s brother, George is in for one-third… make that one-fourth, but that is where it will stop, too many cooks in the kitchen, you know.” Harv thinks logical boundaries are prudent.

“Capital idea! Excuse the play on words, but I did not know what your reaction would be to my proposal.”

“Eastman/Pearson/Eastman/Love. Sounds like the partner list at Beacon Hill.” It may not be U.S. Steel, but Harv recites an impressive roster in its own right.

“And you finally have the order right… Eastman-Pearson, what do you think Mister Love?” Judith will not let up.

“I will be the silent partner,” he promises, “but I hesitate to say that the opposite is more melodic; consonant first, vowel second.”

 “All men think alike!” Judith is thwarted.

 “Great minds think alike!” insists Pearson.

  “Thinking men like women with great minds! The best of both worlds,” states Herbert Love, master of Washington diplomacy.

“You, Mister Love, will be the perfect foil for me. I look forward to our association and thank you for your confidence in our magazine.” Her appreciation is real.

“That goes for me as well, Herb. To tell you the truth, I hadn’t given you a thought and I could kick myself for not doing so earlier; it would have saved us hours of soul searching.”

The Florida-end of this 1000 mile connection concludes from his heart, “Speaking of soul, remember that as children of God we must keep Him at the center of our earthly tasks. If God is in it, how can we fail?”

Enough said.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #144

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #144

…There is no big winner in the “Who’s Calling Game” this time…

Who Calling Game-001

The photography lab telephone reverberates noisily on the wall. The mystery of who is Related imagecalling is a relatively new game played by two or more people.

 “Jackson!” Harv thinks it is his editor.

“George!” Judith guesses it is her brother.

“Herbert Love for Harv Pearson, please,” requests the caller, not recognizing Judith’s voice across a fuzzy, long distance connection.

“He is right here, Mr. Love.” She hands the receiver to Harv. There is no big winner in the “Who’s Calling Game” this time.

Your-ears-are-burning “Herb, your ears must have been burning,” greets Pearson. “I mentioned your name the very minute you called.”

“Nothing bad I pray?”

“Oh no, Herb, I’m sure you haven’t done anything bad since you wore short pants,” he flatters.

“You are too kind… say, was that Judith Eastman picking up the line? Yes? Good, because what I have to say concerns both of you. I was speaking with John Ferrell the other day and he told me that James was working on his first big project – something about you two lovebirds dreaming up a new news rag. And I mean to tell you, any undertaking that you two are involved in has to be success etched in stone.

  “Then I stopped by the bank and Finley told me that he was scrambling to come up the cash for your withdrawal. There is a reason I know this,” Love assures.

“It is a magazine, not your normal rag Herb, but go on,” Harv prompts, sharing the receiver bell with Judith; familiarly of cheek-to-cheek closeness.

“Without beating around the bush, or sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong, I would like to throw a goodly sum into your initial investment. I hope I am not too bold, folks, but we all know that the more cash you have in the beginning, the greater the chances are for real success.”

Pearson-Eastman, Eastman-Pearson nod to each other.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #143

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…with Eastman’s talent for capturing the moment on nitrocellulose and Harv having the knack of being in the right place at the right time, this venture, into an established literary format, may well succeed…

Judith Eastman responds to poor-mouth Harv Pearson, “Hurricanes and assassination and who knows what else have given you the most respected by-line I’ve seen in years. Your name has been mentioned in the same breath with Horace Greeley. Small town, my eye!

“And I don’t mean to change the subject, but have you found a hot-shot lawyer to draw up our partnership papers yet?”

“Oh yes, for the Pearson-Eastman Journal?”  Harv suggests. Judith rolls her eyes at the order of the surnames. He ignores her exaggerated pantomime, prefacing his real answer with, “Do you remember that young couple, the Ferrells?”

“Yes…?” She recalls them as handsome and young.

“Well I thought it would be good business to give the lad, James, his first taste in contract law.”

“Is he old enough to vote?” she wonders aloud.

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Kodak Building

“Well, just this year, but he must be the brightest student at Harvard Law School… that is what his mother said.”

“My dog, Frisky, is smart. But I don’t expect he’ll be running for Congress any time soon.” With that analogy, she summons the regular lighting in her Rochester, New York laboratory, which is just down the hall from her inventive brother George’s same.

Judith Eastman will be as formidable an associate as she is a companion. If he has any thought of pulling a fast one, perhaps assuming she does not care or notice this or that, he can take those unilateral notions and pitch them out with yesterday’s garbage.

  “I can see where you might be skeptical and I apologize for wanting to aid in the career of a hometown boy,” he invites sympathy for his cause, “but you see, he is interning at Beacon Hill Partners. The senior attorneys will be supervising the entire document.”

“Thank you for clarifying those details for me. I am betting my long range security on this magazine, Harv…” she feels fully exposed to the whims of fate, “not to mention giving myself to you… like some daffy girl in prep school.”Daffy wallpaper

  “What’s wrong with that?” It sounds perfectly normal to him.

   “It’s just not like me! I am going to be forty years old in a couple of years and I’m holding hands and kissing, not to mention making my banker very nervous.”

          “Do you think I do this every day myself?  Noooooo. My assistant editor thinks I have lost my mind. They are sending my picture to post offices asking, “Have you seen this man, he’s gone daffy?”.”

“They aren’t, are they?”

“No, silly, but you can believe my banker is feeling the pinch. I may have withdrawn 25% of their assets – the Quincy National Bank is a fancy name for 2000 life savings that probably averages less than a thousand dollars, and that is if you don’t count Herb Love.”

The new magazine will have start-up costs of nearly a million dollars, but all indications are that with Eastman’s talent for capturing the moment on nitrocellulose and Harv having the knack of being in the right place at the right time, this venture, into an established literary format, may well succeed. They are gambling that pages, filled with equal portions of word and picture, will entice Americans to make the Pearson-Eastman Journal a monthly must read.


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