Harriman Nelson's Journal

Life with Lee- page 2
The Creamsickle
The Invitation
Bike Week
The Java Connection
Lee's Tattoo
My Friend Lee-page 33
My Friend Lee-page 34
My Friend Lee-page 35
My Friend Lee-Page 36
My Friend Lee-page 37
My Friend Lee-page 38
My Friend Lee-page 39
My Friend Lee-page 40
My Friend Lee-page 41
My Friend Lee page 42
My Friend Lee-page 43
My Friend Lee -page 44
My Friend Lee-page 25
My Friend Lee-Page 26
My Friend Lee-Page 27
My Friend Lee-Page 28
My Friend Lee -page 29
My Friend Lee -page 30
My Friend Lee-page 31
My Friend Lee-page 32
My Friend Lee-page 24
My Friend Lee-page 23
My Friend Lee- page22
My Friend Lee-page 21
My Friend Lee-page 20
My Friend Lee- Page 19
My Friend Lee-page 18
My Friend Lee page 17
My Friend Lee-page 16
A Short Story
A 'Harry Halloween'
My Friend Lee-page 15
My Friend Lee-page 14
My Friend Lee-page 13
My Friend Lee-page 12
My Friend Lee-page 11
My Friend Lee-page 10
My Friend Lee-page 9
My Friend Lee-Page 8
My Friend Lee-page 7
My Friend Lee-page 6
My Friend Lee-Page 5
Life With Lee-page 4
Life with Lee- page 2
Life with Lee-page 3
Reflections-the 'In Between Years'
My photo-scrapbook album
About Me

Washington  hadn’t exactly asked for a spy. All we knew was that two research vessels had blown up in the Aegean, and we ourselves were booby trapped during our investigation. Somebody was hiding something. Something bad.

Of course the Grecian Isles had their own attraction for Lee. He'd sailed those waters before.  Even had a smattering of the language.  It didn’t hurt that  he looked the part with his Mediterranean tones as he suggested he go undercover. A deep sea diver looking for a job could easily snoop around for any hints of what might be going on.

It sounded like a good idea at the time. Little did I know he'd  soon go get himself missing. Maimed, or killed, or something, the crew grumbled. I mean, after all, we'd only had him a short time, and now it looked like we'd lost him.

I had no choice but to go ashore. Curley's fingernails were nearly bitten to the quick and mine weren't far behind.  As ‘Harriman Jone’s I checked into Lee’s hotel, and stressed that 25 was my lucky number. Yes, Lee’s room was available.  Cleaned and cleared of all of his personal items of course.

It was by accident, sheer chance, or a little luck that I bumped into the girl he'd mentioned in one of his radio check ins. The daughter of Dimitri Gounaris who had shown him the area where he'd dived and seen something. A city, he'd said, under the sea. And he'd died giving Lee that information. Found murdered on the beach.  

I asked her to show me where they found her father,  hoping there might be a clue in it, which there was if  her startled scream and the gunfire meant anything.

I was lucky to return to Seaview intact. The girl had vanished, and apparently my fears about Lee having been captured were real. 

We also lost two men as the mini sub investigated the area, lost due to some kind of electrical interference. Finally we found the city and were promptly fired upon. We had no choice but to return fire, even though Lee was possibly imprisoned down there.


My heart was in my stomach, but lady luck had apparently embraced Lee yet again, for suddenly there he was, at our doorstep, stepping through the escape hatch. And he had the girl with him! I should have known. Lee Crane is a born escape artist. Aboard Nautlius he escaped sickbay all the time. More about that later. 


I could hardly wait to debrief him, but had to wait as he took his time escorting the girl home. Can't say I blame him, lucky dog. 



Enhanced Nose Cam Image of the secret city

Nose Cam image after we destroyed the place

Miss Gounaris with Lee