It was 3 A.M. that I entered my earlier post today and had fallen asleep at the keyboard.

Pet peeve: The people that do cross the bridge to the Highlands of New Hampshire, see me with my full kit and pipes, then ask about the skirt.....!! I had one young gent practically chase me around the Clan Village and kept persisting in his quest. I let him keep bothering me until I could point to another kilted gent and advised him that the other gent could better answer his question. The other kilted gent was one of the on duty police officers. The fool actually started to pester the officer, and kind of failed the field sobriety test, and whatever else....

Lesser peeve: The number of young men that purchase only the t-shirt "Real Men Wear Kilts" or similar and wear it with basketball capris, and a belly bag in neon colours.

Back to the raves. As Kilted in Maine, Tullock, Jaeson, CS Cunningham and many others can attest, the Town of Lincoln goes Scottish. Nearly every business hoists the Saltire outside their establishment, and many also display the Lion. All of the accommodations are fully booked by the first of the year for this event, and it is often more profitable for the merchants then the leaf peepers, or the skiers. It seems that the visiting Scots may be tight with their money, but are willing to pay for the top quality establishments, and are too tired by the end of the day to cause any problems. The event is VERY family oriented, and even the younger set that comes to the games respects the community for hosting the event.
The whole Police department is kilted, and some of the locals turn out in fairly reasonable kit as well.

All X-markers are welcome, the admission charge is small, and I am sure that all x-markers will be welcome at Clan Cunningham, and at Clan MacNeil tents.

Slainte