So I'm wearing my new 16 oz Strome in the Scott tartan. Walking home from my mother's care home where she beamed when I showed it to her. Scott is her maternal clan.

Now this kilt swings and I'm in full stride. Down the street the local elementary school has just let out and I hear a boy hollar at me, "Hey England guy." I turn around and a boy of about ten is asking me, "Are you from England?"

I assumed he didn't really wanna know where I was from, he wanted to know about the kilt. So I said, "Scotland."

He got it right away and said, "Oh yeah!, cool!"

At least he did better than the drunk guy in Albuquerque who hollared, "Hey Switzerland!"

Ron