Just passing through…
Whoa!.. did anybody else see that… or rather feel the breeze as it went by?
That was just the slipstream of “the World’s Fastest Irishman”
Hi Tom, I thought about you the other day as I was going through some of my pictures. I need to send you a couple more!!! I like your compliments. 
I should post ‘nothing’ more often. This is the only post of mine that has gotten a response in some time!! 
It was actually meant to be a PM that I accidentally posted and then withdrew. I figured out how to delete the content and change the title, but not how to yank the post itself (Luddite Alert!!)
Good to hear from you IDAWHOA. Any compliments I may have paid to your photography were indeed well deserved, even if the source is a mildly talented amateur (that would be my autumnal–if not august–self).
Tom D.
“… mildly talented amateur.” Harumph!
Your photos are stunning, Tom.
Best wishes,
Jerry
Taking the “Seinfeld” approach, eh Tom? Worked for them. Let’s see if I got the equation right - If you’re a “mildly talented amateur [photographer]”, then, like Joannie Madden must be a “mildly talented” musician? 
Philo
Totally off topic I know, but since you breezed through…
Your first post reminded me of a Doberman I had years ago named Sunny. She was the sweetest dog in the world - a big attention hungry lap dog. Beyond that, she still had lightning instinctive reflexes. Any smallish animal or bird that came with 15 feet of her was snackies.
This presented an occasional problem with people. If you breezed past her too swiftly she would turn with jaws agape to grasp you in the snack trap. 99% of the time she realized what was going on and never sprung the trap. When instinct won over reason you might get a little pinch like a ruffian might give to a taut maiden’s bum. But Sunny never intended or caused any harm to people.
One day I was walking Sunny on the “boardwalk” in Newport Beach California. A lovely and shapely young lady skimmed past us from behind on her Rollerblades. My gaze was instinctively drawn to a certain ahem anatomical attribute that was appeallingly, and very snugly, embraced in black spandex. Sunny’s jaws were instinctively drawn to the same anatomical attribute. Imagine my embarrassment as my sweet puppy landed a firm pinch on the young lady’s derriere, whereupon said young lady leapt into the air (skates and all), then thankfully recovered without spilling herself all over the pavement.
In the end (if you’ll pardon the expression) no harm was done and the young lady was a dog lover. So Sunny and I were absolved of any wrongdoing, and I had the opportunity to admire the young lady’s good nature and aesthetically pleasing attributes while she caressed, patted, and puppy talked Sunny to prove she was forgiven. Lucky dog!
I should have put my whistle sale under a topic with this name. This thread has more hits than my sale thread!
I was also just passing through and found this pleasent thread 
, with no controversy.
Name recognition’s wha’tis Tom me lad!
I’ll also acknowledge the talent!
Mac!<
I’m with Tommy (from Texas) on that ‘no controversy’ thing. Like many of us, I engage in controversy from approximately 9 a.m. through approximately 5 p.m. every day, Monday through Friday, with the exception of holidays–it’s called work, and I get a paycheck for it. Chiff & Fipple, since the great peace treaty of a little while back, remains, for me, a place to make good friends, cultivate a little bit of light-hearted good will and maybe learn some music. To be sure, the price of admission is just right. It would not be an exageration to say that a large number of the folks I regard as my best, truest and most steadfast friends are folks I have met through Chiff & Fipple–and that, among those, some of the most enduring friendships are with folks I have not yet met ‘in the flesh’–though we meet on a regular basis in equally real and important ways. Taking up the pennywhistle, stumbling across Chiff & Fipple, hooking up with a great teacher, getting to know some fine whistle builders, tweakers, collectors and players, setting aside a little time every day to work at the music, swapping whistles, tunes, sheet music, and so forth–these are, taken together, a lot of the ‘good stuff’ in my life today.
Last week my wife and I saw “The World’s Fastest Indian”, and I recommend it highly. That old Indian Motorcycle was Burt Munro’s pennywhistle. One day, if I keep working at it, I will play mine as well as he played his. That is my dream. The movie brought home to me–as I approach my 60th birthday–how important it is for ‘grown men’ to have dreams. A number of folks, a few of whom have stumbled into this thread, know as well as I do that the best is yet to come and that it will come, in large measure, by virtue of the informal fellowship that C & F makes possible.
This post–not to mention the entire thread–may be “OT”, but what the heck? I’m just passing through.
Tom D.
Nice ‘footprint’ Tom…