I genuinely enjoy bagpipes. When I was 16, I had a job at an amusement park called Idlewild, in PA. They have an event day called the Highland Games. On that day, I was working away, peeling potatoes as it poured rain outside. The park, which lay in a valley, became shrouded in dense fog. To the side of the building, where I labored with the potatoes, there was a door and a small covered porch. A Highlander stepped under the awning, just big enough to protect him. When he lit up those pipes, a shiver went through me, and it was a most incredible sound. The instant he finished, somewhere off in the fog, another piper picked up the tune. It was beautiful. I'm 72 now and remember it well. I wish I knew the title of the piece they played.
