The work day ended with a couple coming by the office who are considering buying a home in our community. They first came by the office three weeks ago, and the husband said to me, ‘where’s the kilt?’ I stood up from my chair to answer the question. They had been at our recent Burns’ Supper. They had learned about our Scottish Society when we held our Wallace Day Celebration at the Park Lane Tavern last August.

I answered some more of their questions and invited them to attend the members’ happy hour which was soon to start at the Clubhouse. I was ending my day and leaving when the wife said I just love it that you wear the kilt. You know I think they are always showing up on Fridays.

The perfect ending to Kilted Fridays is heading to Park Lane for a pint (or two) and dinner. The staff there is quite appreciative of their kilted patron. After all we share being kilted. However the lasses wear theirs more than a little above the knee!