There's a dairy store about a hundred miles out on the Arizona Strip that sells succulent unpasturized cheese from the dairy next door. I love it. Its half the price of supermarket cheese. I make the drive a LOT to stock up.

Today I was working and took the clients along for a trip to see a number of petroglyphs, the Kaibab Paiute reservation, and how the folks in this town live.

In this town the men wear their shirts buttoned at the neck and the sleeves long and buttoned. The women wear pioneer style dresses. So they're used to being stared at when they leave their home town to shop.

Today I'm wearing my new desert digital camo Utilikilt Survivor for driving comfort. When we get to the Dairy Store its full of young men in their late teens and early 20s. They didn't say anything to me, but they just stood and stared at me - sort of like a deer in the headlights stare. Very open about it - no sneaky glances - just flat out locked on radar stares.

Never had that happen before - even here, since most of the customers in the store are usually women.

The cashier lady looked at me and said, "You're that guy who comes out here and buys a lot of cheese all the time" Yup, that's me - the kilted cheese junkie.