I was waiting for my students to arrive when I heard bag pipes that got my attention. Bag pipes always grab my attention. I missed being born on St. Patrick's Day by two hours. My Mother and her side of the family (Irish) was always a little up set over that, but the German side of the family (Father) was relieved. The Irish side was a handful – fortunately I took after the Irish side. I had forgotten the pipers were leading the attendees into the exhibit hall. There were Carl and Tommy in the lead. What a sight and sound. What could be more appropriate in Chicago; after all what other city dyes a river green every St Patrick's Day!