It is Maritime Festival weekend here in Greenport. Yesterday was as hot as July here, but Pete and I walked downtown to watch the parade. It featured several pipe and drum bands, the first of which was the NYPD Emerald Society. I believe there was a band that came all the way from South Africa as well. I don't know what it is about bagpipes, but they always make me smile. Perhaps it is my Irish blood hearkening back to the homeland. Or maybe it is the rug hooker in me, lusting after all that yardage in those knife-pleated kilts . . .