10 Nov
2001
10 Nov
'01
2:26 a.m.
Worked for a
publishing company, and one of the VP's played
the pipes. He'd go up on the roof of the building at lunch
at least once a week to play.
While returning from an early lunch, I was approaching the
building, enjoying his jamming, when an older women exiting
the building heard the sound, looked up, then looked at me
and said "My, I do *love* the sound of the saxophone"...
<snicker>
Probably the "oddest" thing I've ever experienced is when I went to Germany
back in '91 -- I was stationed in Oerbke <sp?> north of Hannover about 50
clicks, in the "british" sector of what was divvied up Deutschland at the
time. I was in a German gasthaus (bar/pub) in Fallingbostel drinking beer
(German, of course) & playing cards with my buddy. The cards were given to
us by the Brits (nice folks!) but were made in Spain. In comes a Scot in
full kilt & uniform with bagpipes, and he played for around an hour -- the
last thing he played before he left was "Yankee Doodle" for the visiting
Americans... :-)