The Parade

We all got an early start this morning. The Gulfstream G150 was ready for takeoff 5 minutes before we even got to the airport. The city of Jacob in Idaho was opening a whaling museum today and had just found out about Mr. St.Pierre's story, "The Oldest Whale Ever" just this week and made all the arrangements for us to travel out there for the day to commemorate the occasion.

Mr. St.Pierre seemed to have enjoyed the attention, especially the cookies at the airport, saying they specifically reminded him of the cookies he paid entirely too much for once at this deli shop at Rockefeller Center. Even more impressed that the airport snack shop had rice milk, which in itself was a miracle for Mr. St.Pierre.

The ceremony was quaint and weren't we all surprised when they asked Mr. St.Pierre for a speech about the importance of whaling museums. His speech is below:

Hello, My name is Scott St.Pierre.

I'd like to this time to thank Mayor Grint for inviting me.

You know, I've been to a lot of places

and see a lot of museums and none of them

had cookies as good as they do in this city's airport.

(wait for applause)

Whales are important.

And so is Idaho.

And if someone dares tell me Jacob, ID isn't important,

I'll kick there asses.

(wait for applause)

Thank you.

Yes, these were taken from his notes and should not be taken as a record of what actually happened. Oh, he said these exact words alright, but if you replace the "wait for applause" with "observe the look of shock on attendee's faces" that may be a more accurate portrayal of his speech.

On the way home, with the help of a phone call from his agent, he realized he might need to work on his public speaking chops, mainly his writing for public speaking.

I'm at home now, half asleep, and I promised Mr. St.Pierre I'd send this post out before Sunday. So very tired.