Sunday update on Monday morning . . .

Yesterday I saw no one from LiveJournal (save for the people I live with).

I expect to see a number of folks today, epsecially at a picnic.

Yesterday, I walked Boston. Took the T to Park Street, then walked through the North End out to the bridge to Charlestown, but not across it, then back up Washington Street and to Chinatown, to a restaurant and then back to Park Street. Did stop briefly at the Boston Holocaust Memorial, but never made it through Faneuil Hall because of the tourists. ;) (What a surprise -- Boston, Fourth of July Weekend, tourists)

I was so beat that I headed home, and I was in bed shortly after 6 p.m. Got up maybe four hours later, fooled around on the computer and went back to sleep. My initial plan was to join some friends for the rehearsal concert of the Pops, but I did not make it.

I am enjoying the summer, but I need to start writing.

Odd things . . .

So, I am working on a novel.

Well, actually, I am working on multiple novels, articles, books, etc. -- all in my head.

This one is a space warfare novel with Joe Kennedy as the captain of the USS Khe Sanh, and his brothers as officers whose various units show up on the ship. (and his sister Rosemary, a nun and security operative). [Trust me, good novels have come from stranger ideas -- "Aliens show up in the middle of World War II."]

Anyway, two strange things happen yesterday as I wander around Boston and write the story in my head.

I am walking along the river in the North End, and I am thinking about a holographic scene where the central character -- Mac, the Chief of the Boat -- is hitting baseballs at a park nestled along a river. Seriously, five minutes -- maybe fewer -- minutes later, I stumble on the park. The exact one I was writing in my head. Now, I had drivern, maybe walked, by it before, but I never really looked at it.

Later, I am at the Borders in Downtown Crossing and I discover that Avon has re-released "Battle Cry," the prototype of all war novels, with a grizzled veteran narrating and the usual collection of soldiers of difference backgrounds coming together as a single unit. (If you like war novels, get this one. You can probably find it used on the cheap at a used bookstore).

Well, of course, the narrator of this novel, which I had not seen in years, is "Mac." The first line of the novel is "Call me Mac." (Herman Melville is restless. ;)

Anyway, just seemed a little spooky to me.