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Larry L.

Lifetime Supporter
Being of 'Skut-dish' ancestry, the 'pipes' have always given me goosebumps the INSTANT I hear the bags inflate, I kid you not!
And when they launch into "Scotland the Brave" I about lose it every time!

I remember when I was a little kid, my Dad always carried me on his shoulders for blocks following alongside the pipe and drum corps during our local parades (we were on the sidewalk of course). He enjoyed the pipes, too.

Dear God, how I miss those days...
SMH
 

Neil

Supporter
Being of 'Skut-dish' ancestry, the 'pipes' have always given me goosebumps the INSTANT I hear the bags inflate, I kid you not!
And when they launch into "Scotland the Brave" I about lose it every time!

I remember when I was a little kid, my Dad always carried me on his shoulders for blocks following alongside the pipe and drum corps during our local parades (we were on the sidewalk of course). He enjoyed the pipes, too.

Dear God, how I miss those days...
SMH
Larry, when I worked at NRAO in Green Bank, WV in the Sixties, I was a very active caver. Every year we had a big get-together at Franklin, WV over the Labor Day Weekend sponsored by the National Speleological Society. It was called "The Old-Timer's Reunion" but in reality there were cave exploring trips during the day followed by big parties lasting long into the wee hours. The big Saturday night party finally fizzled out and everybody was sound asleep in their tents on the campground. At 6 AM some nitwit strolled through the campground playing a bagpipe! If we had not all been so hung over, someone would have gotten up and killed that SOB! o_O
 

Larry L.

Lifetime Supporter
Larry, when I worked at NRAO in Green Bank, WV in the Sixties, I was a very active caver. Every year we had a big get-together at Franklin, WV over the Labor Day Weekend sponsored by the National Speleological Society. It was called "The Old-Timer's Reunion" but in reality there were cave exploring trips during the day followed by big parties lasting long into the wee hours. The big Saturday night party finally fizzled out and everybody was sound asleep in their tents on the campground. At 6 AM some nitwit strolled through the campground playing a bagpipe! If we had not all been so hung over, someone would have gotten up and killed that SOB! o_O
LOL! I would have demanded an ENCORE!!!
You drunken doofuses probably kept him AWAKE and he figured out a way to getcha back!!!
KARMA, Neil!
KARMA! ;)
 
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