really strange...
so, I woke up several mornings ago, wide awake, to the sound of bagpipes. it really sounded as though someone were trying to tune a cat right next to my pillow. in my half-asleep stupor, my first thought went to steven, my gay scottish neighbor. i wondered if he was playing them, but then remembered he only plays the skin flute. So then i wondered if maybe he had a relative in town who decided that right next to my head was a great place to practice. then i finally got up and looked out the window, because the sound was clearly not ceasing anytime soon. across the street from my house is a four story parking garage, specifically for the "public safety complex" that is diagonally across from my house (it's just a cheesy way to say police station. providence cops are idiots.). At the base of this garage, I see a piper in full regalia, sporan and all, piping his dear little heart out. Why at the base of a parking garage on a not so main, barely even paved, street at 9 in the morning? you're guess is as good as mine....