I saw a touring production of Spamalot this weekend in Cincinnati. I wore my McLeod of Harris hunting 5-yarder, a yellow dress shirt, hose, etc., but unlike SOME, well, ONE of us here, I did NOT get brought to the stage to meet Tim Curry, or even anyone remotely resembling Tim Curry, as Tim Curry was not in the show, and besides I was in the nosebleed section.

At intermission and before the show, I did run into both past and present coworkers, and not one of them remarked or even appeared to glance in the direction of my kilt. Perhaps it being Spamalot, which pokes a few jabs in the direction of the Scots, they thought I was dressing in theme. Or else they have already determined that I am eccentric. Or maybe it is that they are just among the enlightened few - I don't know, but it was a very natural interaction, and very pleasant.

This afternoon I spoke with my real estate agent, with whom I am working to try to sell my country house. She tells me that she, too, saw Spamalot just last night, and that she thought of me.

Oh? Why is that, I asked.

Well, it seems there was someone there dressed in a kilt, "and the last time I saw you, you were in a kilt," she explained. "He looked very nice. Is that the latest thing?"

Well, it must be.

So, was it one of us?

Regards,
Rex in trend-setting Cincinnati.