Happy Father's Day! Festivities began last night when my oldest came home from Tucson. He, my wife and I ran down to Lis Doon Varna Pub for a pint- I was not kilted and that's the first time I had been there without kilt on. I was commenting on this to Sean, my son, and told him people would be asking me where my kilt was when who should walk up but Spartan. And he laid the very question on me. Ha Ha. Oh well.