Yesterday was a cool gloomy sort of day so I went grocery shopping. Kilted, I cana't be that way working so I take every chance I get.

As I am standing at the checkout, an older lady comments 'It was a lovely parade, wasn't it?' I would rather practice escrima without gear than watch a parade, so I enquire what and where. It turns out that a small town 30 miles from us had their yearly celebration that weekend. Some of the Shriners showed up kilted AND there were a couple of pipers in the parade!

Once again I miss out on the chance

Sigh, maybe next year.

macG