Early this year, ago I piped a gig in donwtown Memphis. I was decked out in #1 dress - that's red tunic, horsehair sporran, spats, etc.

Leaving the parking garage, I stood directly in front of the elevator knowing full well if it was filled with people what would happen. I wasn't disappointed.

The doors opened to a filled elevator. The people looked up, and instantly a hole was made.

Almost makes wearing all that uncomfortable kit worthwhile.

Slainte yall,
steve