It’s 11:15 PM on a Monday night and I can hear someone playing bagpipes outside my kitchen window. Cambridgelaan is a big apartment complex — the music could be coming from anywhere.
“Who’s playing?”
Every once in a while the bagpipe player would play off-key and stop to regain composure. I really wanted to know who tonight’s musician was, and it bugged me that I didn’t.
“No clue.”
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The bagpipes stopped about fifteen minutes later, with people craning their necks and cheering from their windows.
