Name: Harriman Nelson and frankly I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with a blog! It was ‘suggested’
to me that it would be medically advantageous. Ha! An intrusion of privacy, that’s what it is. But I’ll do it
if only to keep my Chief Medical Officer from pestering me to death about it!
Hair: Red, that is until it rapidly began to be streaked with gray after I resumed my acquaintance with Lee Crane. Was and
still am delighted about that, however, working and living with Lee aboard Seaview has multiplied the stress level for all
of us.
Not altogether his fault. It’s just that he still feels compelled to accept some special assignments from ONI
that he’d be better without. He hardly ever comes back unscathed, not to mention all of the rough and tumbles he continually
takes just skippering Seaview. Of course, without him at the helm, so to speak,
there’s a very great possibility that I wouldn’t be here discussing it on this blog at all. I’d be pushing up daisies or seaweed. One thing, having Crane at my side, it’s never boring.
Eyes: Baby blue, Sky blue, Light
blue, depending on which of the Admin. Staff is filling out the paperwork.
Hobbies: My work. A bone of contention between Lee and me. Ever since he settled
his skinny butt on the edge of my desk and demanded I take a little time off from the office. Actually,
it’s not that bad. He hardly ever pressures me to go sky diving or bungee
jumping. And I do enjoy a little time out fishing, or sailing with him. It’s just that he rents the worst boats, whether
powered or sail, claiming they look lonely, and hands me a bucket to bail with
grinning all the while!!
Then he buys the damn things (at a bargain he says, though even I can almost see the words ‘sucker’ stamped
on his forehead) and spends some of his free time ashore, sanding all the rotting wood, making sure
he includes me in his fun.
While I'm nursing the splinters in my fingertips, he grins and says aren't I glad that I’m breathing pure,
unrecycled air and getting some Vitamin D from all that sunshine.
Is it any wonder I tend to hide in the visitor’s head as soon as Seaview hits port to avoid being drafted for
some of Lee's fun and games? Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy my time with Crane, I really do.
