Alpha Omega M.D. – Final Episode

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…Alpha O. Campbell, M.D. deserved a better fate. Gwendolyn Hoff has given it to him. Thank you for the privilege of writing this story.

A.O., God rest your soul. It has been one wild ride!…

When We Last Left

In chapters 8 and 9 we are introduced to suffragette Emmeline Pankhurst, who is an admitted sidetrack. Company Town-001The company town Blountstown is the Calhoun County seat, but it is mere fodder for the overall story. Company towns can really be like Blountstown.

All the above, as in Episode #333, is a lead-up to our late involvement in WWI, where we meet Sir James KISS FOR CINDERELLA-001Matthew Barrie, the prolific playwright and cousin to John Ferrell. John Ferrell’s supply ship, the Panama City, never sailed, was not sunk by U-Boat submarines, though the elder Ferrell did indeed die in 1916; such a blue-blooded way to Pearson Eastman Journal-001die, helping your Scottish ancestors through a tough time.

Chapters 10 and 11 encompass that bloody 1st world war, along with the deadly influenza that started inPearson Eastman Journal-001 Europe and traveled back to the US. 30 million people died worldwide and that is about the time that Alpha Omega Campbell began practicing medicine.

After the doctor and Maggie wed in 1918, they both had affairs that produced Maggie Lou-001children. Maggie’s dalliance produced middle daughter, Laura. That little child was so fair-skinned, right banker Lewis? Alpha, for his part, did father a child; it’s just that whether it was with Camille Diaz is buried amongst the Careless Whispers. Camille is fictional.

Alice Paul did argue for the cause of the right for women to vote, which was a hard fought and contentious lead-up to the Roaring Twenties, but is window dressing for my purposes.

Those Roaring years of flappers and debauchery are bypassed here, as is the Great Depression. It Image result for r.i.pseems the author (me) does not deal well with hard times, which resurface in the closing chapters, a.k.a. the happy, or rather, calm ending. So From the Ashes emerges the mid-1930’s. We lose great characters Harv Pearson, Herbert Love and Phoebe. We’ve already left the Endlichoffer’s behind and the elder Ferrells.

James Ferrell LawyerJames Ferrell becomes the Dr.’s lawyer and we are (re)introduced to Carolyn Hanes (Constance Caraway – Private Eye) and her lover Sara Fenwick (Fanny Constance Caraway P.I.-001Renwick). Like the incest episode between James and Agnes, this Lesbian relationship is a glimpse into life in the South, as well as real life. This statement is not meant to offend, it’s just that things happen down there that are “different”, perhaps more frequently or just a figment of fertile fancy.

Newt Swakhammer-001       Chapters, Hospitable, Inhospitable fly us to Area 51 and an alien contact. Good ol’ Newt Swakhammer, what a guy? The government calls him a crank. But the year 1947 harbors UFO’s, as well as the brick & mortar of Laura Bell Memorial Hospital… born of Alpha O. Campbell’s spirit, the building itself is one large lightning rod; meant for good, yet attracting an LBMH-001onslaught of controversy and hardship.

We look back at Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, along 434f7-disneylandwith the world of Cinderella. And then we are bounced ahead to Michael Rennie and Walt Disney; what an odyssey of entertainment.

 

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latobsd3-001As for the remainder of THE LIFE & TIMES, not so many pages back, your imagination isLATOBSD4-001 the king. My imagination has splattered the backdrop of history from way-back 1896, all the way up to the dawn of John Fitzgerald Kennedy… Just the dawn, mind you, then you are reeled back to 1955.

Isn’t that rude? But look at the payoff. Instead of an old man in jail, we LBMHhappen upon a Laura Bell Memorial Hospital with a future. What a shame that this was not the ending to the saga of one of the first Black doctors in gwenFlorida. In my rosy reality, we all have access to Alice’s Wonderful Looking Glass.

Alpha O. Campbell, M.D. deserved a better fate. Gwendolyn Hoff has given it to him. Thank you for the privilege of writing this story.

 A.O., God rest your soul. It has been one wild ride! 

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #182

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #182

…“This town deserves better! Old Blount is still fuming over swallowing his pride about the circumstances surrounding the death of his Charlie, “The Man Who Would Be King”...

P-E J is on the job, endeavoring to avoid detection. So for the rest of November, Harv has does his best imitation of a millwright, looking like he knows what he is doing with a heavy wooden tray of tools, weighing 60 pounds. Fortunately no major breakdowns occur on his watch, the machines likely fearing for their gears, so as a result, the most notable outcome of this month is a right arm two inches longer from carrying the tools. Today he is tired and hungry, but it is a day with yet another case of injustice.

“I heard one of the men telling another that the bank would not let him withdraw his savings,” Harv tells his Judith, who is tending a steaming pot of soup, the contents of which are literally indescribable. “He has a relative, somewhere near Jacksonville, who has lined up a better job for him and he needs the money to put a down payment on a house. I guess he signed some sort of contract with the bank stating he must give two months notice before withdrawing more than one-half the balance.”

“Two months? I wonder if the Banking Commission knows about that practice.” She shakes her head, causing some strands of hair to fall on her face. Greasy hands preclude her from replacing them; she blows them off instead. “I was taking pictures of all the signs with “Blount” in their name, when a woman came out of the General Store crying her eyes out. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she can’t buy food on credit. Her husband was injured on the job and he had not been paid for two months.”

“Oh yes, I think he fell from a ladder while cleaning the grain elevator. The guys didn’t know if he’d walk again, both legs were shattered.”

“Well, if he was injured on the job, isn’t he entitled to replacement income? Aren’t there labor laws that cover that possibility?”

“I’ll tell you, Jude, if James Ferrell wanted, he could represent the entire town against Blount, for one thing or another.”

“This town deserves better! Old Blount is still fuming over swallowing his pride about the circumstances surrounding the death of his Charlie, “The Man Who Would Be King”.

“I don’t know about you, but I for one have enough material to fill the entire issue.” He dips a spoon into his wife’s mottled mixture. “And I miss the food at home.”

dayjob        “You know, honey, with a month’s worth of meals under my belt, we could do without our cook. I am really getting the hang of this.”

          “I wouldn’t quit your day job, Judith.” This brush with honesty inspires a wooden spoon into flight, missing Harv, but hitting the front door, just as their pseudo-children open it.

          “What’s wrong?” the kids ask in unison, having never seen their “parents” quarrel.

          “Oh nothing kids, but I have cooked my last meal for this family!”

          In a tender moment, the room erupts with adolescent cries of joy.

          “I am sending for your parents tonight,” promises Harv. “They should be here first thing tomorrow.

          “Hooray!” shouts the boy. “I can taste Mom’s blueberry pancakes now.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #180

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…Harv and Judith Pearson have changed places with a Blountstown family man, a worker in the Blountstown Granary with a wife and two children…

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The fall of 1908 contains a Presidential election, which would likely mean that Teddy Roosevelt would be re-elected, despite a country awakening from TaftWHdepression, but true to his word, he does not run for a third term. That speaks volumes for the man, going out while you are still on top.

The nation dips back into the state of Ohio for their president, an assassin’s bullet inserting a New Yorker in between. William Howard Taft will end a twelve year pipeline connection between Washington and Tallahassee. Even though Taft had been “Rough and Ready Teddy’s” Secretary of War and staunch tactical executor, he shares none of the friendships, only policies.

  But, a big but at that, Roosevelt will not leave office until March 9, 1909, four months and three days away. Until then, he will support his supporters, up to and past what is considered usual and customary.

Just like a million other Americans, he reads the Pearson-Eastman Journal faithfully and its December feature, sure enough, “Bigotry and Corruption/Beyond Emancipation and Above the Law”, has caught his eye.

Told in a way that can only come from an insider, having to live their lives in harmony with the rest of the community, Harv Pearson has changed places with a Blountstown family man, a worker in the Blountstown Granary with a wife and two children. Before you jump to conclusions, Judith plays the part of the wife and mother, who just happens to contract an extreme interest in photography. The middle-teen-aged children are the sole reality, looking at this charade as a change of pace, time away from parents who keep very much to themselves. Real Mom and Dad are treated to a honeymoon in New York, once considered an unnecessary luxury, before life got “Blountified”.

As in most undercover stories, these fifty-ish journalists need a physical transformation. Harv and Judith look young for their age, the former having more ground to make up, but becoming a lower class working couple proves to be most difficult.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #179

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Chapter Ten

ALLIES

… James Ferrell and Herbert Love come to Bristol not knowing what to expect, harboring hope that everyone would come to their senses…

Just because there are chinks in Blountstown armor and the Quincy cavalry is on the way, the battle of the border wars is just being joined. Blount has given over his prisoner… to his counterpart across the river in Bristol, but his son’s girlfriend is not about to be retrieved from her retreat to the Gulf Coast.

Old Road sign-001 Herbert Love and James Ferrell have given the antagonists an hour to correct their wrongs and also draft a summons, approved by the district judge, for Hannah Fielding, the comely 17 year old daughter of a wealthy businessman from Bainbridge, Georgia; explaining why they were heading south into the panhandle, to a clinic that secretly performs abortions for women like her, whose family dare not find out. They were taking a shortcut in life, while taking the vaguely familiar Rock Bluff cutoff. But the time it saves, it takes the life of the driver, an unborn child and threatens to turn the young women’s upside-down.

James and Herbert come to Bristol not knowing what to expect, harboring hope that everyone would come to their senses. Of course that is too much to ask of Hank Blount, however legal or reasonable the occasion. The person, who is responsible for this mess is nowhere to be found, but Willy is, looking like a shiny new Indian Head penny and awfully happy to see his boss and likely his lawyer.

For a moment, just sitting in the jail cell with Willy, getting his side of the story is appeasing, though what they hear is even more disturbing than they had feared. It makes them wonder what would have happened if the victim had not been Charlie Blount. Regrettably, Willy may have ended up in the same jail, awaiting a similar fate, because of the color of his skin.

Summons   More importantly, the one witness to the accident is curiously absent and the witness to the acts of rescue, by the accused, is mute.

“If you are going to continue holding my client, you will have to produce Miss Fielding and the two men who executed the arrest,” Ferrell demands, sporting a legal document. “This is a summons from Judge Grant, 12th District Circuit Court of Florida. If you do not produce these witnesses posthaste, Willy Campbell is to be set free, pending a trial in the 12th District.”

Sheriff Hansen has already had enough of this case, especially after what he knows goes on across Southern Justicethe river and the firing of that county’s sheriff. If he could, all charges would be dropped, but he can just picture a Bristol building mysteriously blowing up. “I have been informed by Calhoun County authorities that Hannah Fielding is out of town, the traveling salesman has moved on and the sheriff has been fired for insubordination.”

“That being the case, we are authorized to take possession of prisoner, Willy Campbell.” The iron barred door swings open. “You may expect a great deal of attention concerning this matter, by officers of the court and the newspapers. Have a good day.”

“Bigotry and Corruption in the Old South Blountstown/Bristol Florida will make a good feature for the Pearson-Eastman Journal, of which I am a part owner.” Love will see to it.

  “I’ll be looking forward to it.” The tone of his voice does not match the upbeat words.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode # 177

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…Gadsden County Sheriff, Cyril Odz, a Polish immigrant whose surname has been shortened from Odezicinski, walks up to 12 men carrying a railroad tie to ram Herbert Love’s front door…

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Here Comes the Sheriff by Shirley James

James Ferrell has the good sense to roust the Gadsden County Sheriff out of bed for support. He will precede James arrival, some 60 minutes hence, hoping to keep the situation from accelerating into inter-county war; with the knowledge that no matter who occupies the office of sheriff in Calhoun County, it is what Hank Blount says that goes. What is on the mind of Liberty County, God only knows. Perhaps Bristol’s close proximity to the Kingdom of Blount intimidates them.

  Gadsden Sheriff, Cyril Odz, a Polish immigrant whose surname has been shortened from Odezicinski, walks up to 12 men carrying, of all things, a railroad tie, prepared to ram Love’s front door in the quest for their man.

“Put that down, gentlemen, this is my territory.”

“We think there is a fugitive hiding in this house,” the one of the human mob who is tethering the animal hoard claims.

Cyril saunters up to the threshold saying, “Let me in, Herb.” He gives the 12 angry men a sideward glance, smacking of one-upmanship, as he enters.

12 Angry MenAfter a five minute cursory “search”, he tells those outside that there is no fugitive inside. He really isn’t lying, having heard Clete tell him that they just let him go back in Blountstown.

“What about that stolen truck down the road?” quizzes the Liberty lawman. “It was involved in a fatal accident three days ago.”

Calhoun County Florida2    “Mr. Love is pleased to get it back.” Cyril Odz is infuriating them.

James Ferrell will thwart them. “Do you have a man named Willy Campbell in custody?”

“No, he is in the Calhoun County Jail.”

“Where did the alleged accident take place?” James asks pointedly.

“Outside Rock Bluff,” Hansen replies.

“Accident in Liberty County charged and incarcerated in Blountstown, hummm. Wouldn’t have anything to do with the victim, would it? I suggest you tell Mr. Blount to transfer the accused to Bristol. And we look like to speak to the deceased’s girl friend. She is a witness to the accident.”

“You can expect us to be right behind you.” Herb Love nods his approval Ferrell’s way, confident that he will see justice done.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #176

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…what may have happened to his most valued employee, his new truck and the man now pounding on his front door…

The Seminoles by James F. Hutchinson

The sound of barking blue-tick hounds spurs well-meaning fugitive Clete Wilsup on. They have trailed him all the way from the central time zone, though not entirely onEscape2-001 foot, showing no signs of giving up, regardless of jurisdiction.

Seminole Ridge is an interesting topographical feature. The ridge is a part of a 30 mile formation extending well into Georgia and is reminiscent of escarpments carved into the earth by the glaciers. Florida and glaciers are far from synonymous, but so are freedom and Blountstown.

Clete is not a spiritual man, yet he feels like he being led to the Love homestead by some unseen force, The ancient sounds of Seminole Indian drums getting louder the closer he gets. At the peak of the crescendo, the two warrior ponies greet him; he will sprint the final mile up the drive, sapping what is left of his dwindling strength.

   “Herb, do you hear a knock?” wonders Phoebe Love, making sure it is not part of a lifelike dream. Before he can answer, they hear it for sure, with an accompanying, “Mr. Love, let me in! The police is after me!”

“That sounds like, Clete. Where are my pants?” A thousand scenarios have been playing in his brain, in an impossible attempt to guess what may have happened to his most valued employee, his new truck and the man now pounding on his front door.

A chorus of whooping barks spill in with Clete. The door is latched and questions follow.

“Willy’s in the Blountstown jail. A fancy car drove into us, while I was driving, killed a Blount and they be blaming Willy. They wouldn’t listen to me, I tried tellin’ them, but this guy Blount owns the town and the law.”

Love does not hesitate in picking up the receiver on his telephone.

Leah-001“Who is the party you wish to call?” begs the graveyard shift operator.

“James Ferrell in Tallahassee.”

After a dozen or so rings, lawyer Ferrell picks up his end, completing the circuit. “I…uh…. can I call you in the morning?”

“Meet me at the homestead.”

“Herbert, is that you?”

“It is and we have a serious situation to deal with. I made a huge mistake and we have to correct it. Willy is in jail and his apprentice his being chased by dogs.”

Company Town-001 “In Quincy?”

“No, Willy is in Blountstown. Cletus is here.” Herb is beside himself. “I cannot believe I thought we could do business with that man. It sounded like he had changed.”

“Oh my. I’ll be right over.” In the short time he has been e back home, James is very aware of Blountstown justice. And the day he turns down a client who literally supports his entire practice (on permanent retainer by the Pearson-Eastman Journal) is the day he commits professional suicide.

“That was Herb, Abbey. Where are my pants?”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #175

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 …By the time anyone notices it missing, Clete is thundering up Route 12 and the safety of Quincy, Florida…

“Now go get that Clete idiot, before I elect another sheriff!”

Clete Wilsup is no fool, a little slow maybe, but not dumb enough to think he his in the clear. After he was let go, he made a bee-line across the bridge connecting Blountstown to Bristol, each are seats for their respective county, prepared to put as much distance between him and trouble. He does make one important stop: at the Liberty County Highway Department where he sees the Mack truck parked inside a fenced area, next to the smashed Chadwick. The one thing authorities had not counted on was the spare key in the bottom of his right shoe.

Under the cover of darkness, in a town whose wooden walks are rolled up at ten o’clock, the mesh fence is no match for the Mack truck. By the time anyone notices it missing, Clete is thundering up Route 12 and the safety of Quincy, Florida. He is fearing for Willy with every piston stroke. “I gotta get to Mr. Love. I’m ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’,” is his anthem.

At the Gadsden side of the Liberty County line there is a line of cars blocking the road, two or more private cars being checked inside and out. That tells Clete that they are probably looking for him, but don’t know he has the Mack.

“I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’, so you best scatter boys,” he advises without letting up on the throttle.

In the range of his headlamps, is a frantically waving constable. The look of terror on his face is priceless, with five tons of 10 gauge steel bearing down on him at full speed. Clete sends him flying, as well as two police cruisers. A hail of bullets bounces off without effect.

Quincy 8 Mi    Just 8 more miles to Quincy.

          At mile seven the engine sputters, bringing the truck to a stop. “You can stop truck, but I ain’t.” It runs on a finite amount of fuel, he is running on adrenaline. In the voiding black of this moonless night, across a long flat expanse, he sees the bobbing headlamps of five cars. It is after midnight and he must assume to be the object of their haste.

Time to test his cross-country skills. He has never been there, but he he knows that Herbert Love lives somewhere to the west of Quincy, north of Route 12; on one of the oldest farms in all of Florida, with two huge equine statues at the head of a mile long driveway. Willy told him that it was a twenty minute walk from the ice plant, just after Seminole Ridge.

Poor Willy. Will he ever work for Love again? Clete cannot fathom the possibility.


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