Actually, I live in the city but in a part that's almost suburban...which, for Chicago, means that instead of three feet between each house there's more like twenty or twenty-five feet distance between you and your neighbor. There used to be a fella who played the pipes living on the next block (in fact, his kids used to cat-sit for us when we went on vacation)...he's in a band called "Three Men In Kilts" http://threemeninkilts.com/index.cfm. Anyway, Mr. Hannigan moved to a home elsewhere in the neighborhood and we lost our "bagpipe moments"....or so we thought. Last week, I was out on the back porch and it was a rare quiet moment (nobody was running a lawnmower or chainsaw) and I heard, ever so faintly, the sound of the pipes drifting in from somewhere over on the next block. Don't know who the guilty party is but I'm sure that I'll find out eventually.
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