my favorite little bushes whom i first met when he was 14. i saw him here earlier tonight at the republican convention in philadelphia. this is grandson pierce. pierce, go. >> a few summers ago, we were arriving back at our little dock in kennebunkport, and my grandfather gave me the great honor of taking his boat back to the mooring. it was low tide. a which go wave swept in right as i had taken the helm of the boat, and the boat sadly found itself slammed up against the rocks. i was pretty devastated to have just crashed my grandfather's prized possession. later that night after kind of a day i spent moping and worrying, i went to my bedroom, and i found a note which i will always care with me in my heart. it was addressed to my man pierce, and it said, pierce, i remember days when i felt could i do nothing right, but then the sun would come up and a bright new day would embrace me.