Oh how I wish I could hop an a plane and sample the fine whisky of your fair country, retrace my ancestral roots, or perhaps fall in love with a nice Scottish woman, but I must wait until I am finished with this probate process. Who ever thought I would be paying $112.00 for my estranged fathers divorce from 1994, perhaps that is why he is an estranged father and not my friend. Then again, he did die before he could give his five acres of land and $25,000.00 check to his deadbeat roommate that somehow managed to cleanout his checking account.

OK, I am finished venting.

I think when this is all said and done I may have to visit the Ferintosh Guest House and get myself a hand made real Scottish kilt.

Cheers
Chris