So with Ken and Marsha visiting last night we decided to meet up at the Antelope Point Marina out on the Navajo Reservation. By the time I got there it was pitch dark save some incredible starlight. New moon. The place didn't waste much electricity on lighting in the parking lot, but as soon as I pulled up an electric cart pulled up alongside me and the driver - a young Navajo - said, "Good evening Mr. Macdonald." Didn't know him...blew me away to be called by name.

Its a long way from the parking lot down to the waterfront and these cartdrivers ferry people back and forth for tips.

But what are the chances of being recognized by name, in pitch dark, on the reservation, but for being kilted?

Still have no clue where I knew the driver from...he sure knew me. Never would happen without kilts.