Chris, Having lived in Scotland for six months, I have acquired a list of bagpipe and piper jokes. I will be adding this one to that list. I will be happy to share them if requested. Heck, I will supply one or two anytime I think the occasion warrants one. That is most of the time when a piper is within ear-shot. 73, WY7FD, Dwayne From: K8JE [mailto:k8je@arrl.org] Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2010 11:24 To: arrl-odv Subject: RE: [arrl-odv:18596] Re:The Funeral Chris, As have others, I've been busy that past few days and hadn't been able to consider your response to Jim. After giving all due thought to your response I now must ask what the result is likely to be when you are the object of "septic" humor? Do you get tanked? Jim W. Jim Weaver, K8JE, Director ARRL Great Lakes Division 5065 Bethany Rd. Mason, OH 45040 E-mail: k8je@arrl.org, Tel.: 513-459-1661 ARRL - The national association for Amateur Radio(TM) _____ From: Chris Imlay [mailto:w3kd@aol.com] Sent: Wednesday, February 24, 2010 9:02 AM To: arrl-odv Subject: [arrl-odv:18596] Re:The Funeral Jim, you had best be careful about such septic humor at my expense, lest I retaliate by subjecting you to even more of the same!!!! 73, Chris W3KD Christopher D. Imlay Booth, Freret, Imlay & Tepper. P.C. 14356 Cape May Road Silver Spring, Maryland 20904-6011 (301) 384-5525 telephone (301) 384-6384 facsimile W3KD@ARRL.ORG -----Original Message----- From: James F. Boehner MD <jboehner01@yahoo.com> To: arrl-odv <arrl-odv@reflector.arrl.org> Sent: Tue, Feb 23, 2010 5:54 pm Subject: The Funeral After Chris's piping on the eve of the January Board Meeting, thought everyone would enjoy this! '73 de JIM N2ZZ ARRL Vice Director Roanoke Division ARRL, the national association for Amateur RadioT Bagpiper at a funeral.. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back-country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a typical man I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low my heart was full. As I was opening the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."