I went to Brownsville to see what was left of the Cabot the summer she was scrapped. By the time I got there, she looked like she does in the third picture up from the bottom, being eviscerated by the cutting torches and cranes.
It was a sad couple of days. Apartment sized pieces of the lady were piled helter skelter on the sides of the slipway. On top of the being at a funeral, sick in the pit of the stomach awfulness, and the attendant I can't believe this is happening especially since it's so needless and didn't have to happen kind of sadness, the wind was blowing and the huge pieces of her carcass would creak and moan as they shifted slightly, further contributing to the macabre tone.
I don't want to sound over dramatic, but truly, it felt like being in the presence of a form of death.
At one point I pretty much stumbled over something in the dust at my feet and uncovered one of those concentric circles spider web 20mm gun sights. That deepened the feel of surrealness for me as my father's battle station on his liberty ship was a 20mm on the bridge, and I wondered if he had ever seen the Cabot, as he too was in the Pacific. Needless to say, the sight is now here with me.
I also have several 2-4 foot long pieces of flight deck. Years later, I'm still figuring out what to do with them. A shelf for WW2 Navy plastic planes? Ebay? Or?? I also have a bathroom vanity with the mirror still intact from an officer's cabin, as well as the two iron devices, for lack of the proper word, that joined the ropes from the captain's boat to the hoisting ropes of the ship. They're something else I don't know what to do with, but they sure do look cool.

I left Harlingen with being within a pound or so of having to pay the overweight baggage fee.
I had contacted John Houston before going down, and not only did he take me out to the ship, about a 45 minute drive from the museum, the day I arrived, but he also put me up in the museum's volunteer quarters during my stay. Having the run of the place at night was pretty much worth the trip by itself. John was a gentleman as well as a real cool guy, and we are lessened by his passing.