No, that's not a typo in the title.

A couple of years ago, my parents retired, sold their house, and took up a full-time nomadic existence. For large portions of that time, they've been rather far away. This week, however, they're parked in an RV spot about a forty-five minute drive from me, and today, as I was coming out of class, my mom called to let me know that she was just turning into campus.

So I went and spent the afternoon with her, wearing my Black Stewart Stillwater standard. Now, I've been pretty regularly kilted for several months, now, and have been out and about in town several times during that time. Today, however, I got attention coming out of the woodwork! People were coming up to me, asking me questions about my ancestry, where I'd got the kilt, all kinds of things. My mom postulated that it was because I was with her -- that a man in a kilt by himself may seem a little intimidating, but a man in a kilt with his mother is far less so.

Whatever it was, every time I turned around, someone was talking to me. I gave a couple of pointers to X-Marks, so we'll see if any new Flagstaff members turn up.