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2006-08-24 - 12:48 p.m. I left work a bit early yesterday so I could go and play pipes for a funeral. It turned out to be a big reunion for me in several ways. I had gone to high school with one of the ministers, I went to college with the music director, and another speaker taught at the elementary school I attended. Just plain weird. Anyway, it was a very nice service for someone I didn't know and I made some extra cash for my trip too. One of the weird things about playing bagpipes, except for actually...playing bagpipes, is that no matter where you are, strange people are compelled to come up to you and tell you their family history. It happened twice last night. This older gentleman started in how he was a "Mac-Hoo-Ha" and his grandmother had been a "Mac-whooty-hoo" and they'd researched the family tree back to who-knows-when...etc, etc. Why is it that people assume that you want their pedigree? Do they think they must justify themselves to the Piper so that they are worthy to listen? It's just so odd, yet it happens constantly and seems worthy of study or something like that. Who knows? Maybe I'll write a book. Speaking of books, I just helped a man out at the desk who totally stumped me in the Reader's Advisory dept. He asked me to recommend a "feel good" book. Hmmmm...I can't help but think that one man's feel good book is another man's trash. I asked him to elaborate a little further, but he didn't have a clue. I suggested something with an animal in it, but that didn't turn him on either. sigh. I don't really read "feel good" books myself, cause what makes me happy usually involves vampires, zombies, or things that go bump in the night. I didn't think *that* was what he was looking for. I also didn't think that he would like a sappy happy-ending romance novel either. Unfortunately, book selection isn't an exact science. It's totally arbitrary and depends on a myriad of factors. Sometimes you get it just right, and other times you flop. Guess this one was a flop.
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