Last month I played a piping gig in downtown Memphis. I was requested to wear the full military rig of doublet, horsehair sporran, spats, etc.

An elevator in the parking garage took me to street level. It was a Saturday evening & locals/tourists were everywhere. When the elevator door slid open, there was almost no room for another. After a look of shock & awe from the riders, they parted & made a substantial hole for me.

After the gig, the same thing happened returning to my vehicle. During both instances, no words were spoken, though a trio of Japanese tourists indicated their desire for a photograph.

Slainte yall,
steve