I'm off work today, eating up some "use or lose" vacation days.

Remember now, I live in a very remote town of 6,800 in far northern Arizona. Its 135 miles to the closest city - Flagstaff.

Checking out at the supermarket a local redneck girl and her boyfriend get in line behind me. I'm wearing my chocolate UK workman's. She says she likes that kilt best of all, that she sees me wearing my other kilts, but that this one is her favorite. Okay, thank her politely. Boyfriend seems okay with it.

A few minutes later I'm stopped for gas and while I'm pumping a redneck guy in a beat up pick up steps around the pump to ask me all kinds of serious questions about my kilt. Give him a bunch of info and websites. He's stoked. Apparently he's some sort of metal worker that makes chain mail or something...he's both wanting to buy, or wanting to try making, his own kilt.

And, he claims there's another kilt wearer in town who wears tartan kilts. Try to explain that its probably just me, but he says no, its really another guy...

Jeez, a looming kilt night in little ol' Page, Arizona.....now that's fashion penetration folks.

Ron