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 . . .