For Carol's Clucks -
No pictures, I don't want to leave evidence, the local bagpipes corps are already looking for me...
But imagine yourself playing your Kazoo, and then sticking the rubber chicken's mouth over the other end. And don't blow, hummmmmmm.
To those of you who really like bagpipes, I must say, I do like them too, but only outdoors. Indoors they frighten me. They were meant to be an instrument of war, to terrify the enemy as the wall of bagpipes led the army over the crest of the hill. We in the US got drum and bugle corps, the Scots got the pipes!
I remember being at a meeting, in a huge classroom divided by one of those pleated partitions. There was another meeting going on in the other half of the room. Our meeting opened with a gentlemen in full regalia playing Amazing Grace on his bagpipes, 6 verses. The meeting in the next room necessarily came to a halt, until the serenade was over. Then the moderator, of the meeting, an Inupiat Eskimo from way up north said, "Where I come from, we don't do that to ducks."
(The pipes were excellently played, by the way, and inadequately appreciated by the group in the other classroom.)
