Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #221

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #221

…But his brother told him to try Melrose Ave. and he will, even though this stretch of street looks a little seedy; unlike any resort the doctor had ever seen…

Atlantic City Boardwalk by Ira Shander

But three days at university is enough and since he was in the general neighborhood, A.O. had suggested, sort of invited himself, to visit his older brother, Hosea in Atlantic City. “My place ain’t much to look at, Alfrey, saw the picture of your digs, not bad.”

“That doesn’t matter, Hosey, I told mama that I’d see you. It would make her feel better. She blames herself for you runnin’ off to Jersey.” Amanda Campbell will die without having seen her 38 year old son again.

“Okay, Alfrey, I live on Melrose Avenue, ask anyone fo me, they knows where I’m at.”

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That conversation took place the month before, when A.O. first found out that he would be going to Boston. It is a leap of faith for the doctor, who had the nagging feeling that his generally irresponsible sibling might forget the day of his arrival. But perhaps he will be pleasantly surprised.

Upon arriving at the resort town, he takes a cab to Melrose Avenue. For Atlantic City, a wildly popular summer destination for New Yorkers and Philadelphians, the streets are mostly deserted. If he would venture out to the ocean, he would have the Boardwalk to himself. But Hosea told him to try Melrose and he will, even though this stretch of street looks a little seedy; unlike any resort he had ever seen.

And of course A.O. is impeccably attired, rarely seen without a freshly pressed 3-piece suit, so he sticks out like a sore thumb. Most of the people he passes stare at him, not used to seeing a Negro so natty, with the possible exception of the ostentatious Hosea.

Of those people, some of the female varieties are scantily clad, never mind the chill, with a fetching look on their face, not a stare. He chooses the most proper “lady”, which would be like being the world’s tallest midget, asking, “Could you tell me where I could find Hosey Campbell?”

“Who’s asking, Cutie?” she answers while unfastening yet another button on her glittery blouse.

          “My name is Alpha Omega Campbell, Hosea’s brother.” He tries not to stare at the woman’s ample breasts, fearing God would put one or more of his eyes out.

          “I work for Hosey, Alpha honey… and you can have one on the house.”

“What house?” Ignorant and innocent, A.O. should know better. When he goes into Frenchtown down home, less elegant ladies of the evening do exist. It is the oldest profession after all.

What else does he think they are doing on street corners?

“My house, my bedroom, are over there in that hotel.” She points to a three story structure with a crooked neon light, half lit, reading, Melrose Arms.


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Margaret’s Eclectic Wine & Words

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Margaret’s Eclectic Wine & Words

“The Novel Dames”

 

 

When the mood strikes, or the stars align in their proper place, Margaret Epperson (an absolute genuine article from Jersey) convenes one of the most unique gathering of women I have have ever witnessed, this side of THE VIEW. And I do not make such a claim just because I am a member of this vociferous crew.

But this is a book club like none other. While most literary gatherings focus on the writing of the author or the hidden meaning about this or that plot, these ladies are seeking out the fellowship of like-minded women………..oh and did I mention the wine and food?

And from all walks of life…..

  • Do we discuss the merits of the classics? – Only if it’s a vintage Chardonnay 
  • Have we read the latest book on the Best Seller List? – It’s not that we haven’t read, there’s just more important things going on
  • Can we quote the content chapter & verse? – For about 1/20th of the time between 7P and Midnight
  • How can 20 women talk 20 ways to Friday? – That’s easy when you only see each other once a month or so. Enough time has passed that chances are, 1-2-3 and here comes a baby bump!

And yes we do talk about books!

But we prefer short stories!

Pretty soon we will be calling this THE THIN BOOK CLUB, because thick books get in the way of great conversation.

“Who’s house will we be going to next? Margaret will make sure that each of us volunteers our space and kick our husbands, kids, dogs & cats out for that precious 5 hour slot; where minds meet, girlfriends eat and bottles of wine deplete, all in the name of the written word.”

Gwenny

 

Margaret’s Eclectic Wine & Words

The Boardwalk & the Jersey Shore

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Woody Allen

“The curtain rises on a vast primitive wasteland, not unlike certain parts of New jersey.”

― Woody Allen

Jack Kerouac

“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”

― Jack KerouacOn the Road

 

“Kenilworth, Mountainside, Scotch Plains, Dunellen… they themselves seemed far from Jersey: names out of Waverley novels, promising vistas of castles, highland waterfalls, and meadows dotted with flocks of grazing sheep. But the signboards lied, the books had lied, the Times had lied; the land here was one vast and charmless suburb, and as the bus passed through it, speeding west across the state, Freirs saw before him only the flat grey monotony of highway, broken from time to time by gas stations, roadhouses, and shopping malls that stretched away like deserts.

The bus was warm, and the ride was beginning to give him a headache. He could feel the backs of his thighs sweating through his chinos. Easing himself farther into the seat, he pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The scenery disappointed him, yet it was still an improvement over what they’d just come through. Back there, on the fringes of the city, every work of man seemed to have been given over to the automobile, in an endless line of showrooms and repair shops for mufflers, fenders, carburetors, ignitions, tires, brakes. Now at last he could make out hills in the distance and extended zones of green, though here and there the nearness of some larger town or development meant a length of highway lined by construction, billboards touting banks or amusement parks, and drive-in theaters, themselves immense blank billboards, their signs proclaiming horror movies, “family pictures,” soft-core porn. A speedway announced that next Wednesday was ladies’ night. Food stands offered pizzaburgers, chicken in the basket, fish ‘n’ chips.”

― T.E.D. KleinThe Ceremonies

The Boardwalk