We were on the Northwest edge of Hurricane Katrina. We didn't get clobbered like folks a bit South and East of us did, but we did get some heavy rain and strong winds.

I had some pepper sauce packages to mail, so I had to go to the Post Office. In spite of some concern, I decided to wear my PK.

Even with wind gusts up to 50 mph, I managed to keep my kilt in place. My wallet and a 25 ounce revolver in the underapron pocket kept everything where it should have been. Though the outer apron did flap a bit.

In spite of one close call while entering my truck, I managed to complete my outting without embarassment. Hamish should be proud of me.