Harriman Nelson's Journal

A Short Story
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

It had to happen one day, I suppose.  Blast it, we’re not ‘Active’ Navy, so why get their shorts in a twist about our, well, shorts?

The memo came from the top. I found it hard to believe that one’s choice of underwear aboard Seaview could be construed as ‘conduct unbecoming’.

Unbecoming, my ass! Well, yes, personally I think the brief’s little red kisses pattern is in bad taste. I’m a solid white boxer man myself, regulation and otherwise.

 At first I only knew about it from the scuttlebutt aboard Seaview about a single pair of kiss pattern briefs that found its way into the boat’s laundry. For a while, there was a brief (excuse the pun) bet on just who they belonged to, and they hung proudly at the entrance to the laundry practically the entire cruise, just daring the owner to retrieve them.

We’d just about given up finding out anything when they disappeared. A stealth operation for sure and nobody but nobody knew how the owner had managed to elude the laundry detail. It was pretty apparent that the owner had to be someone imbued with skill, cunning, and stealthy sneakiness.

Skill, cunning, and sneakiness, I pondered in my office a few days after the boat had docked. By now, (thanks to ‘loose lips sinking ships’ over a couple of brews ashore no doubt) even the local tabloids were getting into the act regarding our ‘kissy pooh’ briefs aboard Seaview. We were a laughing stock.

Embarrassed or not, I was about to forget the whole thing (after all, I had my suspicions) when I received the memo from the SecNav’s office. Now, I had no choice but to confront Lee about his choice of underwear.

No doubt he’d argue about it being none of the Navy’s business what he wore on a civilian vessel. (It wasn’t) And that there was no mention of unmentionables in his contract.

Still, if he didn’t cooperate with the ‘Cease and Desist’ order, it could lead to a Congressional Sub Committee inquiry. (Damn, another pun!)

It was then that the FedEx man arrived and asked if a Commander Morton had received a package before we’d gone on our cruise, as the sender was growing concerned not having heard anything yet. A package his present girlfriend (well, it was a girl’s name, so I just assumed it was a girlfriend…)  had  sent from  ‘Novelties and  Naughties’.

“Briefs,” the man read the invoice, “red kiss pattern.”

I almost sighed in relief that I wouldn’t have to confront Lee at all, but I’d still have to order Chip not to wear the things aboard Seaview. And I wondered if Chip had called on Lee for ‘operation retrieval’.

“Oh, yeah, there was also a package for Commander Crane,” the man said, “ A Lola Hale ordered something for him from there too, only these briefs had little playful kittens on them…the furry kind…”he added quickly as the term could have meant something a bit more…uh…suggestive.

“Playful little kittens?” I asked, aghast.

“Hey they’re cute.  I have the catalog…,” he chuckled, “here, this one, “he pointed as he handed me the well-worn catalog, “your staff let me have this.”

I had to admit the little kittens playing with balls of yarn were cute. Just not the sort of thing a man like Lee would ever dream of wearing…except of course, for Lola. Their relationship had to have become a bit more serious if she’d started to order briefs for him, even if only in jest.


A few days later, I wondered what would have happened if it had been Lee’s briefs that had made their way into the shipboard laundry. Little red kisses were one thing, but cute little kittens? It boggles the mind. Well, one thing was certain, I’d never wear my newly acquired ‘Superman’ shorts and T-shirt aboard Seaview.