OK that should read a kilted guy walks into a bar. The kilted guy was me, and I was in Santa Fe, New Mexico in a neighborhood bar and who do I see but my old college roommate, whom I haven't seen in I don't know how many years. Surprised us both. We got to talking about things in our lifes and how life has treated us in general. After about three hours of talking, we both went on our ways, he to California and me back to Colorado. The funny thing is he never mentioned me wearing a kilt!