I hope to post some new and some old stories here. It's for you to decide which is life, fiction or fantasy. If I write about Maureen O'Hara Ann Margaret or Veronica Lake, you can be sure it's fantasy. Some of the other tales won't be that easy for my alter ego crowds me out of the written page on occasion. Speaking about Ann, I did write a story about her. I'll post it at the bottom of this note, Enjoy.
A DALLAS-ROMAN HOLIDAY
Matthew McAlister opened the door of his record distributing company to
Melody’s whistle,
“You’re looking smart boss, where are you headed today?”
“On a blind date to a cocktail party and dinner with a gorgeous red head.”
“Lucky you, who is she?”
“Top secret,” he said and entered his private office. His desk calendar read
February 14th 1964. Tom Johnson, sales manager of RCA Records, Dallas branch, had
invited him. ’Along with forty others,’ he thought, ‘Not much one on one.’
Ten thirty, Matthew’s private line rang,
“Matt, I‘m on the way to Baylor hospital, Dee‘s water broke, can you pick Ann up
at noon?
Of course, Tom.” He could hardly contain himself. ‘There is a God in heaven.’
“Gate 17 at Love Field. She‘s on a private jet from LA. The limo will pick you in
thirty minutes. Take her to the Adolphus.”
“Don‘t worry Tom, she‘s in good hands.”
“Thank you, you‘re a God send.”.
As the limo approached gate 17, a Lear made a perfect landing and taxied
toward the area. ’I hope my heart can’t be heard over this noise,’ Matthew mused as he
stood waiting. She walked toward him in raving beauty,
“Mr. Johnson?”
“Welcome to Dallas. I’m Matthew McAlister. Tom’s at the hospital, his wife’s in
labor, will I do?”
A radiant smile crossed Ann’s face, “You certainly will.”
The limo approached the entrance to McAlister freeway.
“Any relation?” Ann asked.
“My great grandfather donated the land. Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Edward, detour to White Rock Lake.”
“You taking me on a picnic?”
“ Sort of, Gran has a house there with a small gazebo. Will that do?”.
“Sounds lovely, Matthew.”
The limo pulled through the circular drive and stopped in front of a massive
Victorian nestled on five acres lakeside. Matthew took her arm and walked up the stone
path, and opened the door,
“Gran, I have a visitor.”
An elegant lady, mid seventies, descended the staircase,
“What a pleasant surprise, Matt,”
“Gran, this is Ann….”
“I recognize her, welcome my dear. You are exquisite.”
“Thank you, your home is marvelous.”
“I was born in this house, Ann. Why don’t the two of you sit in the gazebo,
Arthur will fix lunch for you.”
“The view is lovely, the food amazing,” Ann said.
“Can you stay awhile?”
“I would never leave if I didn’t have to.”
I imagine Hollywood is in a different world. How’d the filming go?”
“He was very sweet and attentive. It was kind of magical working with him.”
“I’m jealous,”
“You shouldn’t be, you’re better looking.” She leaned over and kissed him gently.
The couple chatted like old friends and watched the February sun on it’s descent
toward the lake.
“I must be going, are you coming tonight?“
“I was but I can’t now after today.”
She kissed him again.
“I understand, two different worlds.”
“If only……”
“Don’t Matthew, I’ve had a wonderful time with you, please don’t spoil it.”
He gathered her in his arms and held her tightly for a moment. “Okay.”
As the sun turned a golden amber in the cloudless sky, the limo sped toward the
Adolphus.
…………
The next morning, Matthew was greeted at his office. Melody spread the front
page of the Dallas Morning News. Headlines marched across the page,
‘ANN MARGARET TAKES A ROMAN HOLIDAY IN DALLAS,
DISAPPEARS FOR SIX HOURS!’
“You didn’t, did you boss?“
Matthew grinned, “What do you think?”
