That was awesome. The only other piper in my family was Tide, my maternal grandfather. He was mean and would yell a lot. Now we realize he had major PTSD from getting gassed in the trenches of WW1; he was never the same after the war, and always worked minimum wage type jobs, and would keep getting fired for hitting his boss.
I'm sure his pipe was a cheap one, and the baccy as well. His index finger was black from tamping it. He would smoke and stare into the fire, and I realize now he was reliving the war. My mom grew up during WW2, and because they were so poor and because of the rationing, Tide's annual Christmas present was one cigar, and the kids got their one annual piece of fruit.
I deeply regret not realizing why he was mean, and not buying him a nice pipe before he died.