Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #171

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #171

… Willy Campbell no sooner wants to revisit those days at Fort Sumter South than modern-day Israelites have interest in building pyramids in Egypt…

Willy and Clete have a good two hours work unloading Love material and loading Blount goods, with Clete having to shoulder much of the work. It seems that because of Willy’s parentage, he is not allowed inside any building, except the outhouse. Come to think about it, they have not seen a single dark skinned person since they got here, unheard of in the South.

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“Let’s get out of this place, Willy, it gives me the creeps.” Not only is Clete exhausted, he is perplexed. In Quincy, Willy is a respected member of the community. Hank Blount makes it clear that he or any other Negro would not be welcome in the future.

Fort Sumter-001The best sight for Willy, in the past three hours, is Blountstown in the rear view mirrors. Memories from his days at Fort Sumter South had been confined to unpleasant late night dreams… until he meets Hank Blount. The icy stare that pretends Willy is not there, speaking to a third party to communicate, being refereed to as “those people”, are reminiscent of the management skills of Jefferson Smythwick.

  He no sooner wants to revisit those days than modern-day Israelites have interest in building pyramids in Egypt.

He is so disturbed, in fact, those five miles out of Hell Town, he pulls over to give Clete his big chance at navigating the Mack. It’s his lack of concentration, not confidence in Clete that prompts him to do so. No matter why, Clete is like a kid in at a candy jar. If he can drive his brother’s Peerless (auto), this should be easy.

But there is a difference between the manual driving of the machine and knowing where you are going. Willy is so busy watching Clete’s shifting mechanics that he doesn’t see him veer to the left (north) at the first fork in the road. The sign had read “ROCK BLUFF 3 miles”. Had it not been for the narrowing of the roadbed, he may not have noticed their wayward path.

“We ain’t headed fo Quincy, Clete, musta zigged when we shoulda zagged. We’ll hafta git this beast turned ‘round.”


Alpha Omega M.D.

Barn at the Fork in the Road by Betty Sue

Barn at the Fork in the Road by Betty Sue

Episode #171


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 100

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 100

…Fanny Renwick takes on a case of her own…

Fanny in Action

Fanny is genuinely exciting at having the chance to spearhead her own investigation, even if it means leaving Constance back in Chicago.

The one thing cannot be said about Fanny Renwick is that she has a hard time making new friends. She is an engaging woman with a cleverly dry sense of humor. She may not fall in the category of classically beautiful, but if you attempt to guess her age, which is redacted in 38 states & Canada, you would likely be wrong on the high side. It must be that fresh freckly-faced look.

R. Worth Moore had known of her peripherally, going through the records of the racially charged murder case of Laura Bell; for which four white young men from prominent Tallahassee families were convicted. Back then (1931), this was a small-sized college town with considerably less people than the 28,000 it has now. The local blacks were supposed to know their place. That Negro doctor and his family needed to be reminded of that, which was carried out in a murderous way.

Fanny Renwick, with the support of her partner Constance Caraway, was instrumental in bucking that trend, solving a case where everybody but the victim’s family wanted it to just go away. She had made the Campbell family and their welfare sort of a pet-project.

But just like the good-whites of Tallahassee wanting to pretend that no one of consequence had died, there is a white doctor over in Havana who no longer has any interest in a young woman’s welfare. Now that white girl is in trouble and besetting old Doc Campbell.

This is a rightful cause and Fanny is going to take it up with vigor.

“I may be just a country girl Mr. Moore,” and dumb like a fox, “but I intend to nail that doctor, before he ruins anyone else’s life, whether they’re from Jacksonville Florida or Jackson Hole Wyoming.”

“Do you snow ski?” he wonders if Fanny really knows Jackson Hole.

“No.” How many women from Florida know anything about snow?

“You’ll have to let me teach you sometime.”

Was he flirting with her? She will let him down at a different time, having no experience with either powder snow or potential beau.

“Who are the principles over east? Alpha Campbell doesn’t need this aggravation. Give me the names and addresses.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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