Friday, one of my wife's clients had a wedding reception at the top of the Columbia Tower here in Seattle. She suggested I wear my kilt.

After I picked my jaw up off the ground, I readily agreed.

After meeting a few people, we sat down at our table. We made small talk with the others there. Finally, one guy looked a little sheepish and said, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

Here it comes, thought I.

"What do your parents think about the Scottish Unification issue?"


"................."


I could here the potential responses to the "expected question" derail in my head like an Amtrack in winter.

It lead into a rather interesting conversation, but the point is you just never know what question the kilt will invite.