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The passing of Christine McVie made me think of this from Bare Trees
Me too…laughing our asses off after school.I wore the grooves out on my copy in the ‘70s, I can very possibly recite the entire eulogy. His best album IMHO.
Live your life like a book worth reading.
Late to the discussion. For work, I used to travel a fair bit (now I have others to do that). But used to go to UK and Ireland occasionally.
Thought that bagpipes were more associated with Scottish heritage than Irish. Did some reading, guess bagpipes of some sort actually originated in the Middle East, and both Scotland and Ireland “adopted “ them, though Scotland maybe a couple centuries earlier than Ireland.
My father in law who is Irish heritage and loves to tell jokes (most now heard several times), likes to say something to the effect that Ireland gave the Scots bagpipes but they didn’t get the joke…
Sorry for the digression….
Good story Bob, did ya find the guy in the end?Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country. As was not familiar with the backwoods, got lost and, being a typical man, didn't stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologised to the men for being late.
I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart was full.
As opened the door to my car, heard one of the workers say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."