Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #269

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #269

Chapter Fifteen

HOSPITALITY

…The Florida court system in 1946 is stacked up with ever increasing lawsuits, due in large part to the exponential increase in the number of attorneys…

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“You said you were going to retire this year, James,” reminds Abigail Ferrell-Ferrell to her husband.

“I said that I would consider it and I have. It’s just that Alpha has these nagging little malpractice suits thatLawsuit seem to drag on forever.” It is true. The Florida court system in 1946 is stacked up with ever increasing lawsuits, due in large part to the exponential increase in the number of attorneys and their incessant snooping and digging, for what amounts to manufacturing business.

  • If a baby is born with a birth defect, sue.
  • If a woman develops an infection after delivering the baby, sue.
  • If the husband trips on the hospital stairway while taking his crippled baby and ill wife home, sue.
  • If the receptionist looks cross-eyed at the family when they are readmitted, of course, sue.

“And that hospital he is intent on building, he is going to need as much advice as I can give.”

James Ferrell Lawyer “You are 66 years old and Alpha himself told you that ulcer you had a couple of years ago will come back if you don’t cut back.” Abbey has been the best wife a man can have, not to mention having aged, oh so well. When James looks at her, like he is now, discerning her caring and what wisdom is behind it, he cannot help but see that quaking 15 year old, the scared little girl that had just witnessed the killing of her father, at the hands of the slaves who used to attend to her every need.

“I understand where you are coming from Abbey, but you have been taking such good care of me. I have never felt better.”

There is a knock on the door of their San Luis Lake home. Abbey opens it to reveal the main topic of their discussion.

“Well, A.O. Campbell, your ears must have been ringing. We were just talking about you,” she shares.

“Nothin’ bad I trust. I know I have been takin’ most of your man’s time lately, probably got me on your bad side.”

“Oh nonsense, Doc Campbell, how can a sweet man like you ever cause anyone any harm?”

“I bet you that James has a few names he could offer in that category.”

“Intent is 90% of the law, Alpha and I cannot for the life of me recall you hurting so much as a pesky housefly.”

At a glance, the doctor’s diminutive stature and dapper manner of dress is proof in the putting. He is the physical image of his deportment, from the brim of his crisply brimmed hats to the tips of his perfectly polished shoes.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #243

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…“Laura Bell is the scrappiest woman I know. I bet she gave ‘em all they could handle, Jimmy!” A.O. has known his wife’s mother for most of his life…

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Amidst all this relational banter, there is a knock on their door. Carolyn gets up to see who it is.

“Good day, my name is, James Ferrell. This is my client, Doctor Alpha Omega Campbell. May we speak with Sara Fenwick, please?”

Lyn glances back at Sara, who motions them in.

“How are you doing, Miss Fenwick? I understand you had quite an evening last.”

Lawyer James   “That would be an understatement, Mr. Ferrell. It seems I see ghosts that are both covered with blood and five yards of my best rayon. My friend and I have been discussing possible connections to my mildly depressive tendencies.”

“First off, we do not dismiss your account of last evening out of hand. I know it looks like you were seeing things, but I have a feeling we are dealing not with common thieves, rather very intelligent and purposed individuals. With that said, can you tell us anything about the men you saw fleeing the scene?”

Sara is delighted at the prospect that she is indeed sane. “Oh, thank you, good sir… let me see… I Detectives Handbookbelieve they were younger, judging by how fast they could run. One of them was wearing one of those new hats, a variation of the tam-o’-shanter – they’ve been wearing them for years in Europe.” Of course Sara would use fashion as a point of reference. “And their clothes were by no means shabby, which is odd for common thieves.”

“Good observation, Miss Fenwick.” James Ferrell had his theories. “I believe that robbery was not the motive. Do not take this wrong lady and you A.O., but had they been Negroes, which the location of the crime would indicate, we would never have a chance to solve Olla’s disappearance.”

“Laura Bell is the scrappiest woman I know. I bet she gave ‘em all they could handle, Jimmy!” A.O. has known his wife’s mother for most of his life.

“That may have worked against her, Alpha and if my suspicions are correct, the people who may have done this, probably think they hate her, without ever having met her.” Because they are going to do their best not to involve the police, he is doing his best impersonation of a detective. “Who doesn’t like you, Doc? I know you don’t have a vengeful bone in your body, but others cannot get over whatever bothers them.”

A.O. uses the hanky from his suit jacket to wipe sweat from his bare forehead. Always the three-piece suit; he does everything but sleep in his suit of clothes. “I sense lotsa envy from whites, not likin’ what me and Maggie have, but hate, thatsa fearsome ‘motion. The Lord tells us to love our neighbor as we would want to be loved. Can’t think of no one, right off, but I’ll keep on recollectin’.”

Continued


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #174

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #174

…Says here two men and a truck have not returned to Quincy. Sounds like you planned to hijack that truck… Rock Bluff is on the way to Georgia…

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The soft-top-cop Ford arrives at the jail, which is next to the law offices of Blount Blount & Jones, Willy his herded away from Clete. He has talked him out of trying to Justice2-001set the record straight. Folks in these parts are not very good listeners anyway.

  Instead of a cell, Willy Campbell is locked in a damp, rancid cellar. He will not see the light of day for two days. Neither will he see Clete, his best chance at exoneration. It is a taste of Southern justice at its worst.

On the third day, the door swings open, casting light on the windowless cellar. Without a word, he is pushed up the stairs by the sheriff himself, plopped into a chair in a small room. The door is shut behind him, only to be opened straight away by an all too familiar face.

“So what do you have to say for yourself, boy? Did you know that it was my son you killed?” He had buried Charlie hence. “He lives twenty-two years only to be run over by a truck, driven by a damned nigger.”

“Where’s Clete? He’ll tell you ‘bout what happened.”Old Road sign-001

“We sent him packing, but maybe we shouldn’t have, seeing that we got this missing persons report. Says here two men and a truck have not returned to Quincy. Sounds like you planned to hijack that truck… Rock Bluff is on the way to Georgia.

“We, I mean Clete tooka wrong turn. We was turning around when a speeding car plowed into us. Mr. Love knows we wouldn’t steal his truck, he’ll tell ya so!”

“Whether you were stealin’ the truck or not, my son is dead and you are going to pay.”

“What ‘bout the girl? The one wit dat baby in her. She knows they was goin’ too fast, not lookin’ out fo trouble.” It turns out that they were rushing to an appointment for an abortion. She ends up getting one, but she will not be admitting it any time soon. “We saved her life, we did.”

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“Trouble is what you are in.” Period, end of story. “Put him in the darky cell, give him bread and water… don’t want to be accused of mistreating a prisoner.” It’s his town and obviously his influence goes across county lines. “We better go after the other guy Sheriff, can’t have him talking. And let Hansen (Liberty County Sheriff who was out on a cattle rustling call that fateful afternoon) know we are handling the situation.” He is ignoring jurisdiction, for his own self interest. Not a good idea.

“Shouldn’t we let Gadsden County know what’s goin’ on?” asks the Calhoun County lackey.

“Tell them the truck they were looking for was involved in a fatal accident. They will find out the rest later,” Blount plots it out. “Now go get that Clete idiot, before I elect another sheriff!”


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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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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #36

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #36

…The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick…

The curious collection of Southerners continues to mingle.

But just when the hooch is taken off the front burner, on hops the inimitable Jefferson Smythwick. “I hear tell that your son is courting my daughter, Ferrell. Are his intentions to ask her hand in marriage?” jaw dropping

Surely in these modern times, the contemporary world has passed the poor man by. His direct line of questioning, amidst a crowd of mixed company, surprises some, confounding the rest.

“We have had the privilege of meeting your charming daughter this very night, Mister Smythwick and I must say that our son James is quite taken by her charms. Marriage however, is not a logical option at this time.” John speaks for his drop-jawed spouse.

“Perchance I am not expressing myself properly.” He clears his throat and mind. “Marriage may be jumping the gun, but questioning his intentions in advance is not.”

“James aspires to be a lawyer,” Martha explains, “and additional family obligations would interfere with them.”        

“I know he wants to be one of those shyster lawyers. I just want to know that my Abigail will be taken care of if’n she turns up lookin’ like a rain barrel.”

All this acumen sprouts from one goblet of Grandma’s punch… with oodles of tact to boot.

There may as well been a skunk loose in the ballroom, for all the polite exits to points elsewhere.

“The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick,” a Freudian-slip before its time, “it is our prompt to begin the drawing for the name of the grand prize winner.” John is ad-libbing his way out of an uncomfortable occurrence. “We will see you later, perhaps to award you with that holiday in Puerto Rico,” a Spanish held island with more strife than you can cut with a knife.

The old man scuffles off saying, “Why would I go where there are more savages than on my plantation.”

To be in the same room, let alone within five feet of Jefferson Smythwick is first degree torture for the Loves. It is not hatred of the man, as it is severe distaste for what he stands for.

“I find that man more repulsive every time I have to see him!” Harsh words from Phoebe Love, a Godly woman with a good and quiet spirit.


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Courting Legal Puns #12

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Old lawyers never die they just lose their appeal.

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When driving lawyers have to watch out for the sharp attorneys.

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Lawyers have to like alcohol because they’re always being called to the bar.

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Lawyers wear law suits.


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