Got the interview ... well sort of. With some help from friends at the Pay Phone Project I was finally able to contact the man with the knit cap and the mini-sub shown in the photo I posted earlier through a number on the back of the print I had which turned out to be a payphone outside an Aromatic Fish Oil and Candle shop just off the Stravanger beach where the little yellow submarine was found. Lars Larson turned out to be a student in his third year of taking a correspondence degree in art therapy who was finishing up the last few days of his spring break back home after some time in Greece when he found the sub and the "famous" photo was taken.
177: I’m glad you’ve taken some time to speak with me about the submarine.
Lars: Ja, who is this again?
177: That’s not important. I’d just like to ask a few questions about the submarine.
Lars: Is this an interrogation? Do the rules Major General Geoffrey Miller used in Guantánamo Bay apply? I read in last October's Atlantic Monthly that it’s better to take a friendly approach. So, you'll be friendly right?
177: I'm friendly. I'm friendly. And I'm 4,000 miles away on a phone. You have nothing to worry about. This isn’t an interrogation. Just a few simple questions.
Lars: So I don’t have to tie this reindeer sweater over my head?
177: No.
Lars: And I don’t need this bucket of cod?
177: No, no. Why do you have the cod?
Lars: I don’t know .... I thought maybe ... well I heated them in oil just in case.
177: Wait, wait. Let’s start over.
Lars: I didn’t really know her.
177: Who? Didn’t really know who?
Lars: The girl. The one who took the picture. She was a Greek entertainer ... that’s what she called herself ... OK, she's a sex worker ... her name was Adrienne ... she came back with me from my vacation. She was interested in seeing Norway as she expects the Greek authorities to clamp down on her business during the Olympics. And she's worried about significant increased competition from criminal foreign workers who may have technological or physiological advantages that poor Greek girls like her don’t have. She was thinking maybe she could set up shop here. At least I thought she was only a sex worker ... until I saw that tattoo.
177: What tattoo?
Lars: It was a ... [A burst of static on the line made it impossible to hear what Lars had said.] Kinda' spooky but still way cool.
177: Huh?
Lars: Now I think maybe she was some sort of secret agent investigating the Odinesh Jihad. But I’m no longer associated with them since Kurt left the program when he won World Idol. At least I think he left the program. Actually, his World Idol tour could be a perfect cover for Odinesh operations. Oh ... maybe I’m saying more than I should.
177: Can we get back to the mini-sub?
Lars: What is there to say? I found it on the beach. If it really was a US Navy submarine maybe it was here to gathering intelligence on the O-Jihad movement? There was a meeting last week ... but I wouldn’t know anything about that. Or maybe looking for oil? Anyway Adrienne took the sub from me right after snapping the photo and I never saw her again ... or my camera ... I had some great photos too .... there’s a topless section further along the beach near the casinos.
177: Casinos?
Lars: The whole area here was developed by American Indians descended from some "entertainers" brought back by Leif Ericsson. If the art therapy thing doesn’t work out for me I may just ask for more hours in my job at the Neo-Narragansett Club.

At this point the line went dead. I have been unable to contact Lars since. I may need to give up on this and spend more time looking into the plight of the Greek sex workers. I’m thinking I could start with finding Adrienne ... and her mysterious tattoo.