Sitting at the Red Door Drinking a Pilsner and Listening to Bagpipes

I have a ton to catch up on food wise but at this moment I have to make sure that I mention what is going on around me. Yes- it's September 11 and I'm working on the book again and thought that the Red Door would be a nice place for a Trumer Pilsner and some deep thoughts. Every year "the Door " honors firemen from all over the state as a tribute to 911 and employs some bag pipers to share a tune. At this moment, the bagpipes are blaring, firemen are toasting and there are men wearing kilts and quaffing large pints of beer. Cheers.