Had a bit of unexpected fun this weekend.
I was attending CalStar, my astronomy club’s end-of-the-season star party at Lake San Antonio (on the central California coast).
For tolerably obvious reasons, astronomers tend to go to bed late and sleep late the next day to make up for it, so I didn’t break my whistles out until mid-afternoon. I wasnt’ really practicing - I’d play a tune as it came to mind, read a bit in the book I’d brought along, play another tune . . . Just a nice way to pass some time while waiting for sunset.
But even in an open field, whistle music carries. I heard footsteps approaching and looked up - to see a man I’ve known casually for the last year-and-a-half walking towards me with a guitar case in his hand. I’d never known Richard played - and he’d never even seen a tinwhistle in person - he’d heard of them, but didn’t know they came in more than one key.
He asked which key I was playing in, and started adding harmony to the piece I was playing. Neither one of us was perfect, but it sounded good and we had fun. We ended up playing together for the next half hour or so, only stopping when his fingers started to tire. And got a lot of compliments from those within earshot when we finished. Heady stuff - especially since I haven’t played with another musician in public since High School.
I think I’ve marked myself permanently as “that whistle guy” to everyone on my astronomy mailing list. 
