I can die a happy man. I have now lived. That's right, I am, as of March 19th, 2005 at 5:00 PM, a member of a very exclusive club. That is, I am now an honorary duck master.
pictured from left to right: Stephen Maddux, Blake Blackwell, Travis Powell, Joy Rainey
I feel it best to give you a moment by moment account of the entire experience to acquiesce the true emotion and glee felt during this once in a lifetime honor.
2:30 PM: Arrived at Peabody hotel, a self-proclaimed 5-Duck Hotel smelling of campfire smoke and wearing a Bass Pro Shop's aerated hat.
3:00 PM: Waddled down to the pool and swum, circular fashion, for half an hour.
3:30 PM: Checked my email.
3:31 PM: Bathed and prompted for the huge occasion.
4:30 PM: Heart palpitating, rushed to the concierge's desk to receive official orders as honorary Duck Master along with cohorts Joy, Stephen and Travis.
4:45 PM: Official ceremonies begin with the head duckmaster espousing the great tradition started 76 years ago, with such fervent emotion as to cause glistening upon his forehead.
4:59 PM: One moment till ducks exit the fountain.
5:00 PM: Ducks exit, one by one, single-file.
5:01 PM: Follow ducks down the red carpet and receive a standing ovation from the crowd. One crowd member joyfully calls out: "Hey look! It's Jerry's kids." I think he was jealous.
5:05 PM: Arrive at the ducks' resort, and they retire for the evening. I feel emotionally exhausted and drained by this exuberant event, wanting to retire myself.
There you have it! There are plenty of pictures of the event, and since a picture is worth a thousand words, or in case of a 3.2 mexapixel camera, three thousand two hundred words, the details will be filled in better by visiting my picture blog.