And the annual games come to another close. The weather was on the warm side, but pleasant nevertheless. I took the time this year to walk around and take some thoughtful pictures. After 18 years, we tend to take Caledonian for granted, but someday I will miss the colors, sounds, community, and identity that they offer and not just think of it as work. I don't know if it is because a corner of my heritage is celtic or if it just my eclectic personality, but I am definitely pulled toward the whining and droning sounds of a well-played bagpipe. Used in ancient times to rally the troops and intimidate the enemy, I've often thought that they must have worked well. I think they also must have lured the enemy closer. I certainly can't resist, and don't want to ever escape the swelling of emotion that washes over me when Amazing Grace is piped.
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