Today Barack Hussein Obama II was sworn in as PotUS. I took a couple quick notes throughout the day that I would like to record.

The most obvious is the historic occasion of the first African American President. For many it’s a dream they never thought would come true. It is poetic that this year, Barack Obama’s inauguration took place the day after the observance of the Martin Luther King holiday.

For some, it’s a day they hoped would never come. My father, for one. I’m sure if he were here today he’d say something derogatory and mean-spirited. Fortunately, times change, and an astonishing amount of progress has been made since his generation led the nation.

Personally, I find it equally poetic that George W. Bush is the person who had to shake hands and turn power over to the nation’s first Black President. I wonder what that felt like for him. It reminded me of the famous episode of “All in the Family” when Sammy Davis Jr. kissed Archie Bunker.

However, what matters about Obama isn’t his color but his politics. He is a liberal, and hopefully he’ll be able to undo the innumerable wrongs of the Bush administration. As Dubya leaves public life with an approval rating below 25 percent, Obama has inspired the American people with his eloquence, wisdom, and humility. What I heard today from everyone I talked to was a renewed sense of trust, faith, and hope for the future. Yes, we can.

Even before his unfortunate medical misadventure, I had written in my notes that I was deeply glad that Ted Kennedy was present and witness to today’s inauguration. Ted has held the office of Senator from Massachusetts since before I was born, having inheriting it from his brother, John F. Kennedy, when he was elected President in 1960. He has been an icon of the liberal cause for half a century. May he make a speedy recovery and continue in good health.

I was also glad that John Kerry was in attendance. Would Obama be President today if Kerry had won in 2004? I don’t think so. After Kerry’s loss, Bush’s second term of gross incompetence made November’s choice obvious; you couldn’t find a starker contrast in Obama’s unselfrighteous candor and hopefulness. It almost makes Kerry’s loss worth enduring… almost.

And so today we observed a moment in history: the elevation of America’s first Black President. What remains to be seen is whether today was also a sea change in the direction of the country. The rhetoric is there. The hope is there. And by all indications, the political unity and will are there. But now it’s time for us to deliver, to epitomize these values in our everyday lives and interactions.

Now, finally and at long last, the call has gone out. I eagerly await your answer.

Saturday I got out early and took a cab down to the Black Falcon terminal in order to get aboard the USS John F. Kennedy, a 40 year old aircraft carrier that is about to be decommissioned.

Why do that? That doesn’t sound like the Ornoth we know.

Well, back in my high school days I was a bit of a naval enthusiast, and also a gamer. One of my group’s favorite games was Fletcher Pratt’s Naval War Game, which used 1/700 scale waterline models on a gymnasium-sized floor. For an adolescent, that was a lot of fun.

As an adult, I’ve had the opportunity to visit a number of different warships. Many were World War 2 vintage: the destroyer Cassin Young here in Boston, the heavy cruiser Salem just down the road from here, the battleship Massachusetts a bit further afield, the battleship North Carolina in her home state, and the destroyer Laffey and aircraft carrier Yorktown in South Carolina. And then I’ve also visited some active NATO warships, as well.

So I figured I’d check out the JFK, while it was here. As warships go, the JFK is almost incomprehensibly immense. It’s 1052 feet—nearly a quarter mile—long and displaces 82,000 tons. Its length is measured in football fields and city blocks. The flight desk is, oh, four and a half acres in size; enough space to park 325 cars, and still have plenty of room for each to leave independently. It typically hosts about 70 aircraft.

I took up position in line at 7:40am. Three very long and painful hours later, I climbed up the gangway. By that point, the line was already four wide and well over a mile long, and they’d stopped allowing anyone else to join the line.

The good part was that the weather was great. It was mostly sunny, and temperatures climbed into the mid-50s. The sun was strong off the starboard beam, which put most of the island in shadow as you stood on the flight deck, but it made for some dramatic lighting.

The bad part was that we were only allowed on the hangar and flight decks, which basically are just big open spaces full of nothing. We were kept out of the conning tower and below decks, which is where all the really interesting stuff would be found.

I only wasted 10 minutes on the hangar deck before stepping out onto one of the aircraft elevators for a very cool ride up to the flight deck. Once topside, I spent a half hour walking the circumference of the ship, checking out what was to be seen and taking a few quick snapshots, mostly of the island.

Then I went around a second time, taking three times as much time to seek out and find the really interesting shots. It was a lot of fun, and a good chance to get my picture taking skills back into shape.

A few of the highlights included looking back down the catapult, and shooting little features like runway lights, speakers, radar domes, the ship’s bell, various valves and controls. The high deck offered great shots of the Boston skyline, Fort Independence, Castle Island, and Logan airport. I got some good shots of police and fishing boats, and aircraft taking off and in flight. I even caught a couple Army helicopters as they flew directly overhead. But most of my “film” was spent on the conning tower and all its complexity.

And I got my good deed of the day in, snagging two pylons that had been blown down by the wind, so that the crew could come by and tie them down properly.

After a couple hours topside, I took the opposite elevator back down to the hangar deck, where there was absolutely nothing of interest. Then I debarked and limped home with aching back and legs after several miles of walking and being on my feet for over seven hours without rest.

But I really enjoyed the ship, and the opportunity it gave me to get some photography practice in.

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