Or, maybe it is a Freudian thing.
Perhaps the addiction to kilts and kilt dreams are an effort to recover, at least symbolically, a kilt-like body part that was amputated soon after my birth -without my permission - by an Army surgeon at Craig Army Air Corps Hospital in 1944....
Ron
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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