My little town is only 7,800 population...so the nearest "big city" is Flagstaff, Arizona with about 60,000 folks. Made a run down there this weekend to rendezvous with my lady, have a little fun, do some big city shopping...

Yesterday in my tan Utilikilts Survival II, on the streets of downtown Flagstaff a high school age kid wearing what I think they call "punk" (raggy clothes, a lot of metal stuff, and multi-colored Mohawk spiked hair said, "That's a RADICAL kilt man!" I thanked him and said, "Nice hair." He thanked me. I marvel at the intergenerational communication between strangers.

Then I stopped over at the sporting goods store. As soon as I crossed the threshold a college age clerk shouted, "BodyGlide!!" at me. Then he said, "We've moved it." And showed me where it was. I stop in about once every six months and stock up...he remembered me in a heart beat.

After breakfast this morning at Little America we're browsing the gift shop and a guy in his 40s, dressed Sunday morning church/preppy, says, "Its good to see a man in a kilt." Was wearing my Gordon Modern Casual from USA Kilts.

Maybe there's more awareness because the Highland Games are next weekend in Flagstaff and there are a lot of flyers out and lightpole banners downtown.

Nary a smirk, only compliments and the usual double takes and sneak peeks.

Ron