I've had several over the past several weeks and three this week. Going on the light rail in downtown Phoenix was a little apprehensive, but then one time I was headed to the Highland Games, and the other to the St. Patrick's parade. At least there was something going on in town. Turned out to be a non-event. Any remarks were positive.

But this week, I had three hurdles that had been haunting the back of my mind.

1. Tuesday, St Patrick's Day, I was committed to wear a kilt to work. My normal routine on Tuesdays is gym first thing in the morning, then shower, shave and change into work clothes and off to work. So, this was the first time kilted leaving the gym. Not too busy at 7 am. One of the trainers, who I know well, asked me where were my bagpipes. I gave him the standard answer, which got a laugh. (I did not ask if he wanted to play them!)

2. Walking the dog in the park. Didn't have much reaction. One guy did pass me on a bike and asked me if I am Scotsman. Aye. As well as Irish, Welsh and English. He said he had a bit of Irish in him.

3. Today, I did my shopping at Wal-Mart and Sam's Club. The first lady to see me at Wal-Mart said that she liked the kilt and wanted to know my family name. She was Irish. No other comments. At Sam's Club the checker (African-American) asked if I played the bagpipes. Yes, I'm learning. She said that would be cool.