Last month I was at a formal brunch for the Hibernians. When the State VP got up to do the ceremony I spun my chair around like anyone would do and the leg broke. I ended up on the floor in who knows what condition. After a couple of "Are you OK" type questions, the next thing I hear is: "Ladies, divert your eyes, he's wearing a kilt!" It came from a good friend so I didn't care but it was hard to take. It all happened so fast that I'm sure there was no flashing but it's hard to live down amongst friends. That little distraction will stay with me for awhile. It's just bound to happen at some point of kiltedness.