Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #35

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #35

 The Boston Pops is playing the Summer Cotillion, an eleven year old offshoot of the Boston Symphony, renowned for their diverse repertoire…

Perhaps the most foresight is used in the choice of music for the highbrow occasion. Early opinion is running unanimously boffo, irrespective of age or gender.

 The Boston Pops is an eleven year old offshoot of the Boston Symphony, renowned for their repertoires, of everything from popular songs such as, “A Hot Time in the Old Town” and, “When the Saints Come Marching In”. Partygoers can waltz in 3/4 time to Strauss the Elder or croon: ‘and you look so sweet on the seat of a bicycle built for two’. They are here in Florida to entertain town folk.

One of the late arrivers to the festivities are Herbert Love and his wife, Phoebe. They are most known for their philanthropy, not the socialite scene, but in this case, their presence is necessary nonetheless.

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“Why I do declare, are you not, Mayor Quincy from Love County?” inquires a misguided resident of the planet Florida, whose navigation is clouded by the early influence of Grandma Ferrell’s spiked punch.

“Yes I am,” he confirms. The woman just happens to scramble the particulars inside out.

Martha and John happen to see the Loves make their appearance, with its inauspicious beginning and act to rescue them from further embarrassment.

Love Dairies2-001“Please excuse us, Miss Millie. Mayor Love needs to sign the guestbook.”

“Don’t you mean Mayor Quincy…?”

They whisk the Loves away. Mission accomplished.

“Many thanks, John, Martha. But, I hope you have a tamer variety of punch.”

“Oh my, yes,” assures Martha, whose intention was not to turn the Cotillion into a saloon free-for-all.

“That milk-in-bottles is selling like hot cakes, Herbert. In fact, we would like to raise our order by full case at each store each delivery,” requests John, representing Ferrell Groceries three markets, intending to carefully change the subject.

“I told you that as soon as we could keep it cold enough, milk would be available for purchase at stores.” It is plain to the most casual observer that these two excellent businessmen are on the same page. Integrity and innovation are words that come to mind.


Alpha Omega M.D.

Episode #35


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 139

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 139

…Martin stomps his feet like he has a hot-foot, darting out to, and back from, the burning walls…

“If you don’t smell burnt flesh, you know he’s not physically present. He will know that I have left the room,”  explains a knowledgeable Agent Daniels.

“How dare you cross me”

He does in fact know they have gone, but is uncharacteristically cautious, fully aware that Cephus knows more than the average mere man.

The pair lingers away for what they thought would be an ample amount of time and return to the office to see what’s what. After unlocking the door, they enter to a room that has that signature aroma; “He” had been there.

Thinking they were in the clear turns out to be a mistake. That smell is in the present, not past, tense. The room ignites into a full-blown inferno. The bait has become the first course and is quickly reaching well-done on the culinary scale. They retreat to the only exit, but that is locked.

As they back away from the worst of the blaze, Martin remembers something Willard had told him, ‘If you come by sometime and can’t find me, check out the floor’, an odd thing to tell somebody, even a friend, on purpose.

Martin stomps his feet like he has a hot-foot, darting out to, and back from, the burning walls. He detects a hollow sound beneath once specific spot. He reaches down to peel away a melting rubber mat and in the same motion grasping a sizzling brass ring. Wouldn’t you know it? There for their most timely convenience is an underground passage. “This way, Daniels!”

Martin jumps feet first, followed closely by Agent Daniels with little delay. The temperature suddenly drops to refreshing levels.  They can see the fiery room above and hear the sirens from the Argonne Township Fire Department.

“They will have to turn the sprinklers on manually… your Penty did not miss a trick,” Martin acknowledges the crime of a well planned arson.

“My Penty?” Daniels is guilty by association. From out of a handy dandy tool belt he pulls out a powerful penlight to guide their way. “What is this place?”


Constance Caraway P.I.

 Forever Mastadon


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