Author: Vic Socotra

Tomb of Memory

  The investigation into the days of the Occupation hit a rough patch in Tunnel 8, midway up the western front of Big Pink’s flanks. I was hot on the trail of the financial engine controlled by GHQ in Tokyo, and thence to the saga of Yamashita’s gold, and the Japanese occupation of the Philippines. […]

Tunnel 8

Lt. Gen. Yamashita Tomoyuki   Sterling and Peggy Seagrave are gold bugs, just like my Ex. The lure of gold is intoxicating, and can drive one mad. The Seagraves are convinced that huge amounts of treasure were hidden by the Imperial Family of Japan, in collusion with the yakuza leadership.   The Seagraves are convinced […]

Fukuoka

Marilyn Monroe in Fukuoka, Japan, 1954   The satellite trucks were set up across the alley, ready to broadcast the news, which is not complete this morning, but clear enough. Ten percent is enough to keep her alive.   She is never going to leave him alone. She beat him yesterday, and even if she […]

Bubbles

Something momentous is going to happen today, so big and significant that nothing at all happened across the alley from our Headquarters. Nothing at all.   Of course, the weather may have been a factor, and kept the smokers pinned against the side of the building to maximize their coverage from the rain. The weather […]

Cherchez les Bon Temps

  San Jose? Anaheim?   I have been to both towns, and like them. There is a sort of la-la air of heaven about the first, and a sort of gritty sun-drenched determination about the latter.   I am always surprised to find that they have hockey teams, even though the gritty Ducks won Lord […]

Four Transformations

  The rains did cometh, and it is soft and the earth smells are wafting up the side of Big Pink. There is life in the air, and the sound of birds.   A child is making noises in wonder from the balcony above my open window, and her parents are speaking softly in Arabic. […]

Kikos Granddaughter

  It has been a pretty good run for the United States Navy in the big harbor south of Yokohama. Commodore Perry arrived there in 1853 in his flagship USS Powhattan, and was fairly abrupt with the Takugawa Shogun’s people, insisting on presenting gifts to the irrelevant Emperor. Perry’s visit, under the cannons that bristled from […]

The Red Tie

  The politics of this day are small ones, and of little import to the wide world, though once they did. The professional association to which I belong holds one of it’s two annual events today, at the Crowne Plaza in Mr. Tyson’s Corners in Northern Virginia.   It used to be a Holiday Inn, […]

Besten Dank

King Christian X of Denmark   The Secret Service was gone by four, as was the security detail from the Arlington Police Force.   I had been checking in on them every couple hours with mild curiosity as they loitered across the alley from our glittering new building and the down-at-the heels former government glass […]

Heavens Scenes

The Pope is in town, carrying his campaign of tough love to the American branch of his sometimes fractious flock. I am not going to try to get to the stadium downtown tomorrow, though I have to pass by during the day, and will be on my toes.   They called the Holy Father the […]