Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #150
…“It is James Ferrell, sir…” He endures Roosevelt’s punishing handshake and a poke in his side from his wife. “…and this is my wife, Abigail.”…
The Hero of Kettle Hill
“James, look who is at the front desk!” prompts Abigail Ferrell at the sighting of a national hero. President Theodore Roosevelt and his entourage dominate the lobby. “Is he here for our meeting?”
“No, Abbey. But I do hope Harv and Judith Eastman get here soon. What a way to launch their first issue of their photo-journalistic magazine, an interview with the Rough Rider, the hero of Kettle Hill! In fact, I am going to make sure that he does not leave before they get that chance.”
With rare aplomb, not a trait for which he is known for, he brazenly knifes through the crowd, a beeline to the leader who replaced their own friend, William McKinley.
“Excuse me, sir, Mr. President. Do you remember me?”
Here is a young buck, dressed in lawyer clothes, but young for sure, asking a man who has met more people in his 43 years than 10 ordinary people meet in their lifetime. He politely looks up and down his lean frame, likewise taking in the equally young filly joining the fray, searching his memory.
“No, son, you will have to refresh me. From where do we have acquaintance?”
“The Tallahassee Twelve? We counted William McKinley as a friend,” James states with visible pride.
“Bully, I say, bully. Excuse me for the oversight, young _______?”
“James Ferrell, sir…” He endures Roosevelt’s punishing handshake and a poke in his side from his wife. “…and this is my wife, Abigail.”
“It is a pleasure, folks. And what is it that brings you to Rochester, all the way from Florida?”
“Well, actually we came from Cambridge… Massachusetts. I am in law school there.”
“A Harvard Man. Bully. I knew you had the ways of a bright one.”
While they had the attention of yet another president, James Ferrell advances the cause of the day.
“Mr. Roosevelt? If I may be so bold, I am here in New York representing the Beacon Hill Partners in the formation of a partnership of Misters Pearson, Love and Eastman and Miss Judith Eastman. They will be publishing a photographic journal presently.”
“George Eastman? Harv Pearson and Herb Love! My Lord, that sounds like a winning combination to this cowboy.”
“We have a meeting scheduled here this very hour – I am sure they would be honored to have you in their inaugural feature, if you can only wait for them.”
“Good gracious, yes!” he heartily reverberates. “Say, I think I see the former Secretary of Agriculture arriving this very minute. Over here…Herbert Love… don’t be a stranger!”
Alpha Omega M.D.