Last weekend, Ian's parents came to spend a few days with us, and we had great fun catching up, eating great food, sightseeing, and play-going -- but I think my favorite part was the Tartan Days parade (the "Hey, we're Celtic too" answer to St. Patrick's Day). It was chilly, gray, and windy, but that didn't stop hundreds of people from lining 6th Avenue to watch the festivities. It was fun to see a whole lot of people who are so enthusiastic about our heritage.
Now, imagine the lilting, haunting music of a pipe and drum corps playing...
As we were making our way back to the subway after the parade, we happened upon two corps who had started to play together: one of the youngest groups (who was actually from Scotland) and one of the oldest.
It was nothing less than heartwarming.