Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #277

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #277

…How can a person disappear with nary trace and then show up six years later, without knowing what had gone on in the intervening years… six blankety-blank years…

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Properly fueled and inspected, Bob Ford & Carolyn Hanes are soon winging their way across the country. The early part of the flight is spent catching up on things. That is easy. Bob works. Lyn works. So tales of working are swapped, which for a pilot and a writer, not entirely dull or uninteresting. Lyn has a first draft of her current C. C. Private Eye book, still untitled to give Bob Ford. Ford gives her the only copy of his diary about the final “Pacific” Clipper flight, hoping that Lyn would find it interesting enough to pen, which is a given.

   Later, after Lyn had gotten her crack in the pilot’s seat of the gage-strewn cockpit, spelling Ford who had come to New York via Toronto for his load of film, risking his certification by flying into LaGuardia without a co-pilot or navigator, the real reason for this junket is discussed.

How can a person disappear with nary trace and then show up six years later, without knowing what had gone on in the intervening years… six blankety-blank years, Bob? Like they didn’t happen? That is the kind of fiction that I cannot fathom.” Dumbfounding a writer is hard to do. “Did you say they told you that she was wearing the same dress as when she vanished? You would think that puff of smoke would have been that man in the navy blue suit.”

     “You remember that?”

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The Vanished Flame by lowjacker deviantart.com

          “Oh, yes and the brand of perfume and how she had her hair fixed. Did they take a picture of her, you know, when they first found her?”

          “I believe so. I guess we’ll find out in a few hours.”

          “I’m going to lie down in back, this messes up my mind and I need to be fresh.”

          “There is a cot, but at 25,000 feet, you’ll need a few blankets. I’ll wake you when I make my approach to Holloman AFB. Wanna land this thing?”

          “We’ll see, Bob.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #273

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…”I’m in need of a co-pilot for a flight to New Mexico.”

“What?” That comes from so far in left field that Lyn is caught selling peanuts in the parking lot…

 

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Old Telephone by Raymond Logan

“I’m sorry, Lyn, I keep forgetting Sara is gone.”

The office phone rings, severing the air of blue reminiscence.

Typewriter-001“Mr. Rogers? There is a Robert Ford on the telephone. He claims to know Lyn.” The Harper Books receptionist relays the information.

          Rogers covers the mouthpiece with his free hand. “Do you know a Robert Ford?”

          “Robert Ford, I don’t,” one one-thousand, “oh, yes I do. If that is Captain Ford from Pan American Airways, let me speak to him.” Lyn hated the way things were left on Ceylon. “Captain Ford?”

“It is Citizen Ford, Miss Hanes, but you could call me Dirt and I wouldn’t mind.” He had called Lyn several times that first year, but had since given up on his quest for the lady’s heart. “I’m still flying, but its cargo, not passengers. My own plane, I’m proud to say.”

“Congratulations!” She resists asking him if he had lost any freight lately. There are times when

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Planter S Peanut & the Nutmobile

Lyn needs to hold her tongue, despite the urge to the contrary.

          “Thank you, but I’m in need of a co-pilot for a flight to New Mexico.

What?” That comes from so far in left field that Lyn is caught selling peanuts in the parking lot.

“This whole deal may be a dead end, but I received a call from Terry Trippe this morning. He tells me that he got a call from an Air Force base out in New Mexico. They have an unidentified woman there, with what they think is amnesia. The one thing she keeps mentioning is the Clipper.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m not saying anything quite yet; I just thought it would be worth going out there. I’ve got a load of celluloid for United Artists in Hollywood. How about me popping out to La Guardia, in say, two hours?”

Lyn doesn’t know what to think. She is awash in the newness of these developments, barely able to keep her mind from racing, getting her hopes up. Even false hope is better than the no hope she has lived with for six lonely years; six years of living someone else’s life (Constance and not very well as we found out) not her own.

          She would make one hell of a private eye and this is a great opportunity to ply that craft.

cropped-constance-caraway-p-i-001.jpg “Go,” urges Stanley Rogers. “I’ll take care of the old man… watch it, I know what you’re thinking Lyn?”

“Make it three hours and you’ll have your co-pilot. I bet you didn’t know that I have an expiring pilot’s license.”

“That doesn’t surprise me none and three hours it is… mark… that makes it 1624 Eastern Time.” Ford is nothing if not precise and probably the most unassuming hero you can find. “My plane is a white-over-gray DC-3 with Constance Caraway P. I. in yellow paint on both sides of the nose. I’ve become one of her biggest fans. I’m so glad she divorced that jerky congressman.”

“I’ll be sure to tell my editor that.”

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #271

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… A blank stare is the mystery woman’s default answer to most questions. She simply doesn’t remember… much…

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“This is 1947, Miss ______?” wonders United States Air Force Sergeant Vincent Smith of a woman who is sitting up in a hospital bed at the military facility near Alamogordo, NewHolloman AFB-001 Mexico. She was found standing on the main runway at Holloman Air Force Base, in the middle of a moonlit night two days ago. It is only the full moon that saves her from being run down by a jet airplane taxiing to a midnight takeoff. “Okay, let’s forget your name for now. What is the last thing you remember?”

          “Dancing.”

          “Dancing. That makes sense, considering the dress you were wearing when they found you. Can you tell me where you were dancing and perhaps how you managed to find your way onto the most highly guarded military base in the world?”

A blank stare is the mystery woman’s default the answer to most questions. She simply doesn’t remember… much. “Pearl Harbor – can’t go back, the Japanese…”

The man is puzzled why she always goes back to 1941. Maybe she was a prisoner of the Japanese? “That was six years ago,” he explains once again.

20140323psychiatry“No,” the woman insists, “we are leaving for Pakistan in the morning. I have to get back to the Clipper.”

The base psychiatrist, who has since come into the room, having dealt with this mysterious lady from the beginning, has been slowly putting some of the clues together. “I think she is talking about the Pacific Clipper, Vince, you know, the one Bob Ford flew for Pan American. When the bleeping Japs hit Pearl, he had to fly back to New York by the seat of his pants.”

“Yeah, I have a buddy who knows one of the mechanics from that plane, said they burned 76 octane half the time,” Smith recalls. “But that was still six years ago! This is beginning to creep me out. Keep an eye on her Ben; I’m going to give Pan American a buzz. Maybe they can help figure this out.”


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