Yesterday as church was ending I was in the aisle, negotiating a cross-current of people, some headed for the main door and others headed for the social hall, my wife trying to head one way, my daughter the other (as usual). I noticed an older gentleman, arms crossed, eyeing my kilt. I had not noticed this man at church before; he was a touch shorter than me with a full head of gray hair and probably a few years my senior and was wearing a old but well-kept tweed jacket.

When he noticed me looking at him he said in a strong Scottish accent, "That's a fine kilt." I was surprised and was being pulled in two directions by the "girls" but I managed to stay put long enough to hear him say, "I thought about wearing mine." I simply said, "Do!"

He nodded as he turned to go his way and I was pulled mine (or I should say my daughter's) and he disappeared into the hallway.

I did not get his name, but will be looking for him next Sunday for sure.

Ken :ootd: