Originally Posted by
knotty
Well... today was a landmark day. We spent a sizable part of the afternoon chatting with Mr. Ashton of Freedom Kilts. When I was done, Kathleen & I were both measured for Kilts.
Yes, Steve has that effect on people. 
Warning: it gets worse. 
Everyone will ask where you got the kilt. I started out with a small handful of his business cards--I think I still have two.
Welcome from deepest darkest Cedar Cottage [southeast of the giant EAST VAN sign/sculpture], Vancouver.
EPITAPH: Decades from now, no one will know what my bank balance looked like, it won't matter to anyone what kind of car I drove, nor will anyone care what sort of house I lived in. But the world will be a different place, because I did something so mind bafflingly eccentric that my ruins have become a tourist attraction.
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