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Sherri and I drove up to Eugene, Oregon to visit by old friend Jack and some other friends that live in the area.

We had a great time and got to see some great historical and natural sites.

I've posted a few of the kilt-related pics from the trip. They are captioned with details about each location.

We had Thanksgiving dinner at the historic Log Cabin Inn on the McKenzie River in McKenzie Bridge, Oregon.
http://www.logcabininn.com/history.html

It was a pleasant kilting experience.

The only negative comments were during a get-together at Jack's house. One of the guest was a Jack's ex-wife's sister who takes pleasure in trying to push people's buttons and causing trouble between people.

Anyway, she spouted just about every lame comment and dumb question we've all heard or heard about on this list. Then she saw a pic of me and Sherri on the refrigerator. I was wearing the black Workman's UK, a sleevless black t-shirt, and Doc Martens. She said, "Ah! Mister Stud-Muffin!" I gave her a UK card and we're placing bets that her husband will soon be kilted.

While on our way to Corvalis to visit a friend there, we stopped at a little town to get gas. The "gas station" was a country store that sold everything from food to kerosine lanterns.

There were a few guys hanging around the front of the gas station and Sherri was nervous about me getting out of the car. I got out and asked them where the restroom was. I was directed to a porta-potty on the side of the building. They gave me some curious looks, but made no comments.

We went inside to shop for snacks. The woman running the store loved the kilt and took a card. Her son lives in Seattle and told her that he wants a kilt. He might be getting a nice Christmas present.

At the Log Cabin Inn, where we got together for Thanksgiving dinner, a matronly waitress complimented me about the kilt. "Beautiful kilt!", she said. The leather UK makes quite an impression.

As we were leaving, she rushed over to hold the door for us and asked me with a big smile why a good Scotsman like me wasn't carrying his bag-pipes.

I was about to make the usual suggestive comment, but, given her age and the overall context of the situation, I just smiled back and said, "Maybe next time."