an oddball encounter in the inner city . . .
I have been wearing a kilt enough, that I seldom get comments anymore. When I do, it is mostly from the same kids at my daughter's after-school program.
But, the other day, I was walking to my local garage to pick up my car. I am wearing what I wore to work. Stillwater wool Black Watch, green hose, flashes, etc. I cross a street and meet an older African-American gentlemen crossing the other way. He stops, looks at me and says,
"You MUST be Scottish!"
I reply "Yup".
"What with wearing the kilt, right?"
me -- "Yup"
"You have Bagpipes?"
me -- "nope"
"You ever heard of Scotch and Blues?"
me -- "nope?"
"They gots bagpipes, and they are some bad Mutha{insert appropriate colorful language here}"
me (smiling) -- "sounds like a fun group!"
"You bet, you have a good day."
me -- "you too!"
weirdest conversation I have had in months . . .
[B]Barnett[/B] (House, no clan) -- Motto [i]Virescit Vulnere Virtus[/i] (Courage Flourishes at a Wound)
[B]Livingston(e)[/B] (Ancestral family allied with) -- Motto [i]Se je puis[/i] (If I can)
[B]Anderson[/B] (married into) -- Motto [i]Stand Sure
[/i][b]Frame[/b] Lanarkshire in the fifteenth century
[url="http://www.xmarksthescot.com/photoplog/index.php?u=3478"]escher-Photoplog[/url]
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