All this talk of Scotch and friends has put me in the mood for some Burns.
Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
...my brass quintet put on a benefit concert last night for a youth center in Baltimore, and we closed with an arrangement backing a bagpiper on a medley of traditional Scottish stuff. Fortunately it was the sort of show where I felt right at home pouring glasses of Lagavulin 16 for my colleagues before the last piece. Good times.