History

this morning I was awaken to someone trying to kill a cat. Ah but no luck on that count ...it was only some Bagpipers playing durning the service over at First Pres. Its hard to imagine that years ago that the sound of the advanceing bagpipe would put fear into the other side of a war.
Today they were playing over at the church for the yearly Celtic service...
Yesterday was the Highland games which I didn't go to. I missed out on men in kilts and ladies dress in the garb of old.Which is all fine and good but the nose ring just seems wrong. I think if they did something like that in the 14th and 15th century they would hear the word WITCH!!
Any way back to the games...its a fest that anyone with a tiny bit of celtic heritage drags out the family tartan and comes out to drink, throw telephone poles and bags of cement,drink, look at hairy cows and sheep,drink, and  and eat bad food.
The Germans have something like this ..its called Oktoberfest but without the cows and sheep and throwing stuff.
That bit of plaid off to the side...That's the family tartan.