Harriman Nelson's Journal

My Friend Lee-page 20
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

Had  Lee over for dinner and a movie, sort of. It was a Twilight Zone marathon on TV, and what did we see? ‘To Serve Man’. Oh gawd, Lee nearly turned  white. A bit too familiar a tale for him after  our experience with Zar as we came to call him later on.


Not that our guest was a human eating alien like on the show. No he was far worse. Hurt him in any way, and his Botulism life force would have destroyed mankind. He’d even tested that ability  on one of our crewmen. Poor Foster never had a chance when 'Zar' used a 'paper cut' to infect my crewman. No doubt he had our annihilation  in mind from the moment we brought his capsule aboard.


He even contaminated some compartments with explosive gas. Morton and Ski investigated and discovered the hatches were fuzed shut.  We had to dive the boat at a deep angle to force the gas away from the hatch they could escape from and sealed it off.


I’d had to kill him, whatever he was. He’d claimed to be human. But something in me rather still doubts it, despite the ruins of his ancient civilization.


After I’d had Lee remove all of my important papers to his cabin, with a bit of trickery, primitive though it was, Zar was consumed in a fire of his own making when he used his blaster weapon at me, unknown to him, safely tucked behind the sealed off vent.


There was nothing left, as Doc had advised. Not even ashes or bone. Nothing.  Still, the scientist in me would have liked to have  examined the remains if there’d been any. But for our protection and that of the world, it just wasn’t possible.


As for his companions, still encapsulated in the undersea ruins, well, I helped trigger even more earthquakes to cover them, sure that not even tons of rock would  crack any open. We’d had enough trouble opening Zar’s capsule.   


One thing though, even though the official log, in this case, was  seen by the President, it’s doubtful any new Commander in Chief will want to uncover those cans of worms in the future either, so to speak.


As for the Twilight Zone, Lee’s pizza had gotten cold while he ran some soothing cold water on his face, then  we happily began to switch channels. First it was some old TV show about a family lost in space, but  that was too close to being an ‘alien’ kind of show, then we came upon some docudrama about crab fishing and settled on that. Got me to thinking, perhaps we can nab a few the next time we’re out diving…



Undersea quakes revealed the remants of an ancient civilization.


My curiosity peaked, I had one of the capsules brought aboard. Little did I know it would result in a near disaster.


Not a good way to win friends and influence peopole.


If that's the anatomy of humankind, I'm a monkey's uncle.