This morning early I caught the train out to North Station and Bri met me, and we walked over to see the ship.
It seems like everywhere I go in Boston, someone has a Boston Terrier. In the photo above, you can see another one. Ryan and Doriot and I wondered if maybe you could rent them, like the citybikes or Go cars. We visualized their little stand; each one would have a water bowl, a cute little leash, and maybe a sweater.
It’s a beautiful blue sky day with floating islands of clouds; the air is warmish and soft and there is a breeze off of the ocean.
The locks at the bottom of the Tobin Bridge were full of white fish and jellyfish; Bri said it was the first time she’d seen it quite like that. There were small fish, schooling in a circle, larger fish mixed in eating the smaller fish, and then hundreds of jellyfish. It was a whole world of white inside an area otherwise delightfully gritty.
I really loved the ship, the yard, the marina… even her room is adorable. Everyone was friendly. We popped up out of a stairway or something to see the CO on deck; Bri said “Sir!” and I came next and said “Sir!” and he looked at us and laughed, and said, “Nope, no resemblance at all.”
Bill said, on the phone, “Do they still have cannon?”
Oh yes. In good working order, too. I heard one of them fire, in fact, as I was there for morning colours. I’m not nationalistic, but the ritual was so beautiful, and the ship was so elegant and serious, that I was deeply moved.
It was a privilege to be there, also to be able to prowl the ship on off-hours with my sailor, who seemed much like a ship’s mouse.
We got to go into special (off-tour) places like the captain’s cabin; it’s a mirror of the Visiting Officer’s cabin on the other side of the ship; very small, neat, beautiful. Each of them had a little sitting room included. It’s incredible to think of the circumstances this little room has seen. The people who have sat there, the things they have talked about… I intersect them now, directly, as does Bri.
I love the way sailors handle ropes.
Below, the view from the Captain’s Lurk (it likely has an official name and that isn’t it).
After I went back to Cambridge, Bri suited up for a parade.
I’m on my way home this afternoon, stuffed with adventure.