My father first met his own dad when I was about ten. My mother had done much research and interrogation to find the man.

Once we found him, we began doing some genealogical research for medical / genetic reasons. ( I have genetic eye problems and My mother wanted to know how it might progress as I aged. )

Well, the family turned out to be of Scottish decent with several crossed branches. My mother's family too had Scottish roots.

I fell in love with the concept of heritage and family beyond my own nuclear "village." The idea that our family was so large and divers with such a rich history fascinated me.

It didn't hurt that the music touches me in a way I cannot even begin to describe. Even at eleven - years - old, I was moved to tears by the pipes. It somehow strikes me on a spiritual / soul level.

Anyway, I am rambling...

My first kilt was a TANK from Geoffrey Taylor. (Ancient Campbell 16 oz) I was 16. I wore this for "formal events" and games. I always had a flair for the dramatic and had no fear of the "extra attention."

Well, 22 years later I still wear the kilt. I too don't wear it as much as I would like, but my wife is actually encouraging me to go about kilted more often. (I will of course be honoring that request.. ;)

Slainte