Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #165

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #165

… “So now I won’t know anybody,” Alpha complains, aware that he already stands out on the Tufts University campus, like a wart on Mona Lisa’s nose…

“Don’t play that race excuse in my around me, Campbell. Besides, if that were the case, the last case I take at Beacon Hill would be Campbell vs. B & O Railroad!”

It took a while for the subtle hint to sink in.Bullitin Board-001

“Last case? What are you talkin’ bout, James.”

“I have given my notice to the partners; I am leaving Boston for a nonexistent practice in Tallahassee. Heck, I was just above the janitor on the list of partners, staring five Hamilton bottoms right in the face, so-to-speak. Father has told me that most of the lawyers in Tallahassee are state legislators. Nobody there to deed land or bring suit against those mad motorcar drivers. Do you know that more people died from crashes last year than in the entire Spanish-American War?

   “And we miss the panhandle.” He gathers in Abbey’s hand. Boston is crowded and dirty, as are most cities in the Northern Colonies.

   “And nobody knows anyone. There isn’t anyone like crazy old Edna Finkle around. Up here, people like that are put into what they call a sanatorium, threats to society they say. I did one pro bono case…”

“Pro boneho?” say what, Alpha wonders?

“Pro bono, you know, without fee. I fought to keep a street urchin from going into the worst orphanage I’ve ever seen, got a couple in Cambridge to adopt him. One of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done.”

“And it nearly got you dismissed from the firm,” reminds his wife, who remembers the icy stares from James’ cohorts.

“That is the very reason we are moving back. That baggage car you had planned on riding in, Alpha, there is no room, filled to the roof with our things.”

“So now I won’t know anybody,” Alpha complains, aware that he already stands out on the Tufts University campus, like a wart on Mona Lisa’s nose. Even master DaVinci could not have made him blend into the scenery.

“In four more years you can do the same thing we are doing. There aren’t any more doctors than there are lawyers down home, at least the kind that save lives, not take ‘em.”

.Hosea-001  “Say, don’t you have a brother in New Jersey? Perhaps you could see him more often,” Abbey innocently suggests.

“Both times I took the ferry to the Boardwalk, he was in jail.” Alpha hangs his head in shame.

“Anything serious? We could stop and get him out… I know some judges in Atlantic City.”

“Whores and stealin’, are you good at those things? If you were to keep him out jail, he’d ‘bout wear your pro boneho out. Hardly worth the skin on his sorry bones.”

Time for a country lawyer to go home. The country doctor will get there eventually.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #148

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #148

…It is funny how you can feel like a donkey one minute and a thoroughbred the next (or going from the outhouse to the penthouse)…

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“Kindred Spirits” by Randy McGovern

After removing the tail from between his legs, young James Ferrell enters the other world where he is not exactly the master of; through magnificent oak doors and past splendid mahogany furniture – vacant of a single voting rights supporter at Beacon Hill Partners.

Norma, the legal secretary who never seems to leave the office and knows more about everyone than they are comfortable with, gives him a message: “Your wife just called Mr. Ferrell. She said to bring home fresh eggs for breakfast and you know how she likes them. Sunnyside-up?” she asks. He nods. “I knew it. She looks like a sunny person.”

 “Oh, you bet,” he agrees sarcastically.

  “Problems in Camelot? Maybe Mr. Hamilton can brighten your gloomy day. He wants to see you in his office.”

  ‘Swell,’ he thinks out loud. Interns make little money and does the grunt work. They look at the Pearson-Eastman project as a bonus, usually not entrusted to interns for sure. They probably want him to deliver a summons to some drunken sailor down at Boston Harbor.

  “Good day, James,” begins the sternest looking lawyer ever to be found, short of the Supreme Court.

   James? He has always called him, Mr. Ferrell. Surely the other shoe is going to drop.

Vertical-001     “Sit down. Have a chocolate.” James accepts a bonbon from the jar, afraid to say no. “Your wife telephoned us; just before you arrived I would say. She told me that you forgot the papers from the United States Patent Office at your apartment, says they pertained to your Pearson-Eastman deal.

“I must say, James, you are a step ahead of the rest of us. Fine work. To save you time, I had Norma type you up a copy.” He hands the quadruplicate forms to a dumbfounded young man.

“I will send them by courier to Rochester, sir.” He recovers his senses in time to take advantage of his wife’s peace offering, however much a half-truth it may have been. It is funny how you can feel like a donkey one minute and a thoroughbred the next (or going from the outhouse to the penthouse).

“No, I think it would be prudent to take them to New York personally, far too important to be left to strangers. They would like to have the first issue hit the newsstands January the first, which leaves but a month and a half. We can help them by taking the pain out of the paperwork.

  Vertical-001“Norma?” barrister Hamilton commands the magic of the black box on his desk that, if it were not in an office, could serve as shelter for a family of four, “would you book a Pullman car to Rochester, New York for tomorrow.”

“Mr. Hamilton, I have classes this week. If I miss them I may fall behind,” young Ferrell declares reluctantly.

“Behind? My son, you are quite ahead, I must say.” Hamilton is more frank than ten normal people combined. “I will run out to Cambridge and take care of that matter. Don’t you worry, son, you stand to learn more here with us than out of those boring lectures.

“And I will tell the Harvard library that your lovely wife will be out of town as well. She sounds like a valuable personal asset to you – if for no other reason than keeping track of the papers.

“We are going to put a wrap deal up with a tidy bow.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #146

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #146

…Rochester or Tallahassee, hither and yon, you can find one; practicing the art of writing the law, knowing existing law, finding a way around the law….

Boston, Massachusetts is directly due east of Rochester, New York. The intervening 300 miles is richly historic land that was originally deeded to the Algonquin Indians, only to be replaced by the Iroquois, followed by the Dutch, English and finally independence.

Independence is the basis for James Ferrell, as he pursues his legal education, freeing him from the underlying despair of his southern roots. There are fine institutions of higher learning in his home state, but he could not pass up the opportunity to lose much of his regional accent and begin his career north of the Mason-Dixon Line.

Vertical-001  For Harv Pearson to request his involvement in the formation of his new magazine is a lucky break on an epic scale. Attorneys are quickly becoming as numerous as the stars above. Rochester or Tallahassee, hither and yon, you can find one; practicing the art of writing the law, knowing existing law, finding a way around the law. Any and every number of them is as qualified as this upstart from Florida, but this first client comes from a place where people take care of their own, not completely without logic or potential of competence, yet bending over backwards to nurture and grow those families you know. Sow a seed, water it and watch it increase in your fertilized soil.

Vertical-001 James and Abigail Ferrell are promising seedlings without pretense, fully aware of how fortunate they are. And do not assume that Abbey does not contribute to the overall plant. She has and continues to work hard to support her husband in his loftier pursuits, both monetary and motivational. She seems to stay abreast of everything that James has in the hopper, like she is a fly on every wall of every room that he occupies. If he, in her opinion, has a deviant thought in matters of the law, she corrects him lovingly with faultless knowledge. James has since stopped wondering on how she knows things, she just knows.


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The NULL Solution = Episode 160

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The NULL Solution = Episode 160

…Left to his own devices, Gus McKinney would have dispensed his own form of justice {in his dreams}…

After the explosion, Secret Service agents spring into action, the ones not injured by the blast that is.

There is a former President in there. Roy Crippen and Francine sustain cuts to their exposed skin, as does just about everyone in the scope of the blast.

That Jewish deli will not be opening anytime soon. The innocent Korean couple living above it is not so lucky.

Ambulance types flood into the area to help with bricks in the head, shards of rubble in eyes and disgust in their heart. America sick and tired of cowardly bombers who care not about innocent lives lost.

Prez Roy and Gus M. do what they do. They roll up their sleeves to aid the aiders, without respect to their own safety. In the continuing “Video Age”, it takes approximately 3 minutes to discover the source of the bomb.

Gus joins the S.W.A.T. squad rushing into 1010 9th Street, the corner building bordering 5th Ave. He takes the side stairs, hoping to block any exit stage left. Bingo! The visiting space hero becomes an immediate everyday hero. Two frantic foreign types, scrambling down to the ground level meet the end of their wayward projectile.

“Do you guys have something against peaceful gatherings?” He grabs Fadl’s cousin, flinging him with bad intent.

Roy and the others catch up to the scene, “Don’t kill them Gus!” The world needs Gus McKinney more than ever. “We can’t lose you to an assault or murder charge.”

Left to his own devices, he would have dispensed his own form of justice. The death of Fatima Fitch is fresh on his mind, but petty revenge is not the way to go.

His family is safe for now.

When the smoke has cleared, nary one of those concerned is free of bloodstained clothing. Young Marscie was atop her daddy’s shoulders sixty yards from ground zero. Her scars will be emotional. Today’s explosion aside, Fatima was like an aunty to her. She can still hear the thud that killed her, the shaking ground that preceded the bad news.

Ringed by security, they huddle together, grateful for having dodged disaster.

“Let’s get packed for Boston,” Gus insists, “we are not going to let this incident stop us. If we go home, THEY win.”

Boston is waiting. They have experience with domestic bombings. Bean Town wants to show the McKinneys a grand time. Bomb-making troublemakers beware.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #220

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #220

Chapter Twelve

CARELESS WHISPERS

…Doctor A.O. Campbell has as much experience on the front line as anyone there, but the entire group is still shaken by the epidemic, having fought the same disease tooth and nail, from every conceivable angle…

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Winter in New England

  ‘What am I doing in Boston in January? asks Dr. A.O Campbell of himself, not particularly waiting for an answer. Had he bothered to respond aloud, he would have said: ‘I’m back at my alma mater, Tufts University Medical School for a symposium on the Spanish influenza and related infectious virus and bacteria’, or something thereabouts, but likely less formal.

     It is the first time he has returned to the school since graduating in 1913. Every five years or so, doctors are required to demonstrate that they are staying current, in a field that is progressing as fast as any sector of post war America. There was a time when, thirty or more years ago, when medicine was less technical and more speculative, with certain practicing doctors being graduates of dubious institutions. Snake oils and herbs were used to treat diseases and illnesses with nondescript names like, consumption and the rickets. Anesthesia consisted of either biting down hard on a rag or a bottle of whiskey.

So in the interest of science, young Dr. Campbell, about to celebrate his thirtieth birthday, chugs up the East coast, which sports a blanket of fresh white snow from about Washington north. Floridians are not used to this kind of cold, never seeming to be prepared for these type conditions, even a doctor who should have better sense. His teeth will chatter until he is able to purchase something more substantial than a summer suit of clothes.

It was not the most exciting three days he will spend in 1919, but it was nice to stroll around the granite buildings again. As discussions go among physicians, this gathering is useful, as well as fruitful. There are ideas to be exchanged and the experiences in the field to be related. Doctor A.O. Campbell had as much experience on the front line as anyone there, but the entire group is still shaken by the epidemic, having fought the same disease tooth and nail, from every conceivable angle. A good doctor will learn every day of his or her career. That is what makes a good doctor.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #184

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #184

…Alpha looks handsome in his black cap and gown,  but pays a price, his dark presence soaking in the penetrating sunlight like a sponge…

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At the end of the second quarter of 1913 Alpha Omega Campbell is about to graduate from Tufts University School of Medicine, formerly Boston College of Physicians and Surgeons. If anyone from Quincy would have been so foolish as to predict that the runt of the family they had rescued from the grip of Jefferson Smythwick, would become a doctor 17 years later, they would have been laughed out of town.


Tallahassee 12-001    Old Doc Ziggy was the first to have an inkling back in 1897, when Maggie Lou was new and the then Alfrey Campbell would explore all the wonders of his black bag. He has spent the intervening years as A.O.’s personal career consultant, imparting as much of his knowledge as he could and encouraging him the rest of the way. It has been sixty years and an Atlantic Ocean away, since a German university fashioned the good doctor.

Now he is the proud Omega to his dear Alpha, part of the well-traveled Tallahassee contingent, here in Boston for a slice of history; Willy, Amanda & family of course, with John, Martha, James, Abbey, benefactors Herbert and Phoebe, Laura Bell and 16 year old Maggie Lou.  Out of nowhere, Atlantic City produces brother Hosey and a floozy, though no one would freely admit to any association.

A hot summer sun beats down on the plaissance grounds, where Tufts graduations are held; ten rows of folding chairs for the graduates, twenty for spectators behind.

         Alpha looks handsome in his black cap and gown, with three rings on each sleeve and white shirt and bow tie, but pays a price, his dark presence soaking in the penetrating sunlight like a sponge. Looking closely at the second row, you can see the third person in, in between Misters Calvert and Carson; fall off his chair like a lead-filled balloon.

          Prowling nearby, as they often are where there is a significant human interest story to be had, Harv Pearson plops his notebook on the grass to rushes to his aid, without realizing there are over two hundred new doctors in a fifty foot radius. “We need some water and a towel, Campbell’s dehydrated,” says physician in waiting, Carson.

          “He will not be the last,” Harv suggests, “not if they don’t shorten those speeches.”

          He will be the last black person to faint, the other two of his original freshman class minorities having dropped out of school early on.


 

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Boston Legal

 

 

     Boston, Massachusetts is directly due east of Rochester, New York. The intervening 300 miles is richly historic land that was originally deeded to the Algonquin Indians, only to be replaced by the Iroquois, followed by the Dutch, English and finally independence.

Painting with a body of water with sailing ships in the foreground and a city in the background

Early Boston

Independence is the basis for James Ferrell, as he pursues his legal
education, freeing him from the underlying despair of his southern
roots. There are fine institutions of higher learning in his home state,
but he could not pass up the opportunity to lose much of his regional
accent and begin his career north of the Mason-Dixon Line.

 

 For Harv Pearson to request his involvement in the formation of his  new magazine is a lucky break on an epic scale. Attorneysare quickly becoming as numerous as the stars above. Rochester orTallahassee, hither and yon, you can find one; practicing the art of writing the law, knowing existing law, finding a way around the
law. Any and every number of them is as qualified as this upstart
from Florida, but this first client comes from a place where people
take care of their own, not completely without logic or potential of
competence, yet bending over backwards to nurture and grow those
families you know. Sow a seed, water it and watch it increase in your
fertilized soil.

     James and Abigail Ferrell are promising seedlings without
pretense, fully aware of how fortunate they are. And do not assume
that Abbey does not contribute to the overall plant. She has and
continues to work hard to support her husband in his loftier pursuits,
both monetary and motivational. She seems to stay abreast of
everything that James has in the hopper, like she is a fly on every wall
of every room that he occupies. If he, in her opinion, has a deviant
thought in matters of the law, she corrects him lovingly with faultless
knowledge. James has since stopped wondering on how she knows
things, she just knows.

“Has Beacon Hill copyrighted the name, Pearson-Eastman
Journal?” asks Abbey in typically pointed fashion.

“Well, no, we have been swamped with the addition of Herbert
Love to the limited partnership. It’s not like merely adding a name to
a document you know,” he dares to clarify.
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“If they do not have patent rights to their name, the first issue is
fair game for plagiarism, or even worse, another magazine stealing
their format ideas.”

“Yes,” he concedes, “I see your point. Sometimes even the senior
partners lose track of details, seeing that we have over a one hundred
clients that I am aware of. Not the least of them is J.P. Morgan’s
scheme to freeze John D. Rockefeller out of the steel business.”

“I guess that makes George Eastman chopped liver?”

“No, but he is a silent partner. Judith is the Eastman in the lead.”

“Perhaps when we gain the right to vote, we’ll get some respect,”
Abbeys states emphatically.

“Well, I respect you, honey bunch.” Oops.

     “You can take your honey bunch and put it in the cellar with the
old potatoes. When men have the nerve to respect women outside
the walls of the home, then and only then will God be glorified and
true equality exist.”

“I must leave Hon . . . uh, Abbey. The office is expecting me.”

“Coward. I hope Susan B. Anthony is waiting in the lobby—that
would fix your wagon!”

“I heard she is in a sanatorium, old and crazy I suspect.”

He should have kept going.

You best stop at the diner on your way home.

“What?”

And you will find your bed things on the sofa. It will give you time to ponder women’s suffrage.

This time he moves through the door without clever commentary,
one phrase late in ceasing.