Hey, you guys don't hassle me much.

Last night at dinner a drunken guy asks me, "Hey, what's with the shorts??"

I very firmly and politely told him, "Its a KILT..." Later he thanked me for not punching him....that was weird...he was afraid of a 61yo guy in a kilt...

This morning at breakfast my 5 year old grand daughter says, "Granddaddy, you wore the same skirt yesterday." I told her, "Its called a kilt honey."... wore it two days in a row since her mother, my lovely daughter, woke me up out of sound sleep and said the kids needed breakfast "now"....

Sometimes the ******** detector feature of my kilts makes me feel like I'm being pecked to death by chickens...

No, my granddaughter's not an ********...she's only five. The drunk at the restaurant was an ******** though...

Being the only kilted one in town this place is a respite, and a place to recharge and refuel with support an determination.

Ron