Backstory
My Dad was an amazing bag-pipe player. I'd watch with admiration as he adjusted the drones, squeezed the bag, blew into the pipe, and fingered the chanter with a speed and precision that left me breathless. But he refused to teach me how to play this soul-stirring instrument and never explained why. That refusal left me confused and more than a little angry.
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