The Boy Across the Street

There's a boy that lives across the street. He plays the bagpipes. Yes, the bagpipes. About once a week, I'll be sitting at my kitchen table studying or putting that last dish in the dishwasher when all of a sudden I can hear the beautiful song of the bagpipe boy. I don't know his name or his major or where's he from, but the boy can play the bagpipes, and it's a beautiful thing to listen to.

This week, when i heard him start up, I grabbed my camera and decided to be that stalker girl by taking some pictures out of our front window. I always want to remember the unique opportunity that we have to be serenaded by the bagpipes on a weekly basis.

He's a brave soul to practice his instrument outside for the whole world to see/hear, on a busy street, in the middle of the day. I can respect him for that.

This is my public thank you to the bagpipe boy.