Though I uploaded it over the weekend, Blogger has finally seen fit just now to display my shiny new icon.
It's a Photoshop-ification, by one Mr. Chris, of a photo that Tobs took.
In thanks to Messrs. Chris and Tobs for the forgiving portraiture, I give you the New Hampshire Highland Games Bagpipe Band:
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