Following through on a New Year’s resolution/threat, I’ve spent the last month scouring the house, attic, basement, nearby cairns, and local graveyards looking for my set of bagpipes.

Let me back up a bit.

Long ago, when Hobbits lived in holes in the ground with round doors, I took a few bagpipe …

Salzburg. Birthplace of Mozart. City of impossibly steep AND narrow mazelike streets.

We stumbled into the oldest restaurant in Europe, open since the year 803. Charlemagne ate there.

We managed to score reservations to eat there too.

During the dinner we listened to selections of Mozart played by a …