Yesterday the kids had a half-day of school. I decided to take my son to an auction (anvil on the sale bill!). Small crowd, just covered with local Amish. For those who don't know, the Amish reject much of modern life. No cars, electricity, just don't mingle with the 'Anglish' (that us). My son has come to terms with his dad being kilted in public I guess, any way he never even mentioned it. I got a lot of looks......you know the one, but the only comment I got was from an Amish gent who, of course, asked if I had my pipes with me.

Turned out he had been on Prince Edward Island this summer and had heard the pipes for the first time. It is fun the different folks who will talk to a kilted man!

BTW, for some reason the RIGHT reply just sorta came out to his question. I told him no, but if I had them I played them poorly enough (read not at all, LOL) that I could thin this crowd out considerably. His comment was to look thoughtful and say maybe then he could buy a couple of things.

Just another day in paradise.

PS my son and I watched 'Field of Dreams' the other night. I had forgotten the line in there when a ballplayer was asked if there was a heaven? He replied it was where dreams come true....made me realize perhaps I am already there!

macG