The day just wasn't warm. It was dang hot. I sweated so much, not once did I have to use the porta-john's. We had Barclay's to come from all over the country. Our Plains commissioner Ralph wore his Barclay dress trews and someone he had met in Kansas 2 weeks ago recognized him. I'll post a photo of him. He really is a great guy. If any of you get to games in the Plains states, please stop by to say hello. He will be at 8 events next year. The pic of my Dad's new kilt didn't turn out very well. He also wore the kilt too low and it didn't fit right on him. I'll have to stage a photo op of him this weekend.

One thing I did learn from our visitors was that in Scotland, Aberdeenshire I think, the Loud McLeod is known as the "Bloody Barclay" Everyone got a kick out of that.