It was a warm, clear summer night when Los Gatan Maribeth Allen heard the music. She had been outside stargazing when she heard a melody begin, but she couldn’t believe her ears. “Were those bagpipes ...
Are they Irish? Are they Scottish? Clad in red, white and blue tartan kilts and filling the air with sacred tunes from their ...
On a July afternoon, an old aircraft hangar in Austin rings with the regal drone of the bagpipes and the martial crack of snare drums. But there's not a kilt in sight. In the shade of the curved roof, ...
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