I know so before you tell me...You've heard this story a million and a half times, but I'm still new to the kilting thing and it's kinda cool.

A little background before I start. I live in Mt. Olive, NC, the pickle capital of the world. It is a small southern town and kilts are not an everyday sight. I love the town and the people (for the most part). And this incident made me very proud of my little home town.

I took my daughter to a pizza buffet last Sunday night. A little Daddy/Daughter time if you know what I mean. While we were eating a woman and her husband came over to our booth and she asked if she could shake my hand. Of course I obliged. She said that she had been watching me since I came in and she was thrilled to see a man in a kilt. It was a short exchange but left me feeling all warm and fuzzy.

It actually gave me the courage to wear my kilt to my ex's house for the weekly exchange of the daughter. I had been a little apprehensive for her to see me in it because of an earlier exchange involving our daughter's school...the thread is out there somewhere. Anyway she had very little to say but that's about normal.

Anyway just a quick "I love my kilt" story for you to enjoy.

Thanks

Graham