I am known for several "eccentricities." I would have mentioned my guitar collection, but I can't quite compete with Demobud!

I have lots of hats and wear them often. Fedoras (both dressy and Indian Jones-like; I have 5 or 6), a homburg, several cowboy hats (big brimmed), a plethora of balmorals and regimental tams, a couple of driving hats, and a few berets that I haven't worn out yet.

I also have quite a collection of walking sticks which come in very handy when I hike or have either a gout or lower-back attack. (One has a "tippler" vial for hiding a little scotch.) I just love my canes and longer sticks. I even have a proper cromach.

I am also known as the "scotch drinker," and the local bar wenches know what to pour when I enter. Even my friends stock scotch in their home bars for my enjoyment.

I am also the weird Methodist clergyman who will cry with you, handle babies and old ladies with love and care, kick a butt when required, and take a drink on occassion (like on days that end in Y). The Marine pastor is quite an anomaly to some, and my rough manner mixed with my strong faith is confusing to a few folks. But they all know who to call on in a pinch. And who can watch their backs.

I also tend to overdress; never underdress. I am meticulous in my clothing choices (usually), and I do not willingly go out looking bad. (If you aren't blessed with good looks, it pays to do the best you can with what you have.)

Oh, yeah, and I am "The guy in the kilt" that you don't want to mess with since I have many saucy come-backs for stupid comments, and I tend to use them all. Everyone looks for me on St. Patty's Day, Burns Supper, and other various occassions.

Finally, I am also known (of late) as the grandfather who will whip out the pix on a moment's notice and brag about his beautiful (and smart and talented and above-average, etc. ad nauseum) granddaughter. I am a real sucker for her.