Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode # 131

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #131

…“We had one lady who claimed that cigars were causing her husband’s poor health. I guess he had trouble breathing.”

“What nonsense,” Statler posits, “sounds like good old fashioned consumption to me?”…

Bad Habits by Dion Ja’Y

The Tallahassee folks on to good food & important friends.

Loyal Campbells-001“We make cigars, among other commodities, Mister Statler,” Herb pulls a Loyal Campbell from his tweed jacket pocket, handing it to their sponsor.

“There is nothing like a good cigar after a good dinner,” he bows his head in gratitude, passing it under his nose, looking at the wrapper ring. “Is that you?” He asks of Willy, referring to the representation on the ring.

“Yessir, it is.”

Herb continues his thought, “Yes, well, if you can imagine this, we had one lady who claimed that cigars were causing her husband’s poor health. I guess he had trouble breathing.”

 “What nonsense,” Statler posits, “sounds like good old fashioned consumption to me?

    They finally gain a private room, apart from the commercial banquet facility. About sixty guests are presently mingling, including the Presidential host. He seems completely at ease, appearing to have shed any and all problems of his life and the world in general. Gone, for the moment, are worries about his dear frail, convalescent Ida. The Boer War in South Africa and “Boxer Rebellion” fade to the background, especially since he has a second in command to rely on. Teddy Roosevelt, whose motto is, “Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far.”, is the perfect second term Vice-president; young, capable and right there for the Republican party should William McKinley choose not to run for a third term.

Two long tables flank the room, each filled to capacity with every manner of salad, entree and gourmet dish. If any in attendance goes home hungry, the onus is on them.

The President sees Statler, as well as his Florida friends enter, capping his mental list of invitees. “May I have your attention,” he clinks his brandy snifter with handy silverware. “I see my table has arrived, so without further ado, please indulge your selves in God’s generous blessings!”

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The crowd needs little of the prompting, having already staked out their seats, at one of the six circular oak tables, as well as exactly what crystal plate or dish in the buffet they are going to attack first.

McKinley wraps his arms around as many of his Southern folks as he can, separately or at one time. They follow his lead to the feast. “Do not forget to bring your plate. I so enjoy being able to serve myself, don’t you. Ummmm, this looks good, shrimp cocktail. Doesn’t this rice look special…, Florentine is it not, Lady Ferrell?”

Martha, who waits directly behind, answers, “Pilaf with almonds, I believe,” having the unique opportunity to correct a President.

Jacob Haley and Jacques Francois help Willy and Amanda sort through the culinary montage, when they’re not screening the room for potentially single females.

Alfrey is attached to the Endlichoffers, which is no surprise, but is helpless in consoling Ziggy about the apparent oversight of schnitzel or Hasenpfeffer.


Alpha Omega M.D.

“No apologies – this is from 1941”

Episode #131


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 23

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 23

…”Ace Bannion is an old friend… with an airplane. A bad rabbit with bad habits…

“Where do we start Miss Caraway? There are a dozen angles to consider here,” Martin supposes

The Independence

Constance’s most urgent task is to digest this mounting mystery menagerie before it gets unmanageable. Ugh! Logistics are limiting their ability to get from here to there.

Her thoughts drift to an acquaintance, in her past of some renown that could be of great assistance to them but he is busy probably flying XF-86 jet fighters in the Korean War or flying President Truman around the world aboard the Independence.

An almost mythical human being, he would have the ability to transport them to most anywhere in the world at the drop of a hat, comparatively speaking.

“Ace Bannion,” the one solitary male in the world with which she has ever displayed the slightest interest. But his jet setting lifestyle does not mesh well with her relatively dull world, thus her relationship with Fanny.

“What or who is Ace Bannion?”

“An old friend… with an airplane. A bad rabbit with bad habits,” she references a convenience they do not possess; that and he smokes cigars. “Forget Ace, we need to nail down exactly what Willard Libby either has, or knows, or is about to expose, that has attracted so much attention.”

When in doubt, start at the beginning. “Can you get your hands on Libby’s notes and figure out what is so damned important?”

“There is the matter of professional courtesy.”

“Pardon my French Martin, but good manners and a dollar bill gets you a $1 handful of day-old crap.” This is one frank female behind those penetrating blue eyes.

“That paper was his baby, but your point is well taken. There is something in his research that has triggered an international incident.”

I don’t know about an incident, but we still haven’t identified the right clue to know where he is. This whole case is leaving an international aftertaste in my mouth.”

“I will break into his office and see what I can find; it’s at the end of the hall.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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