THAT day...back when...in Phoenix...wearing pants, shirt, tie...123 degrees F. Asphalt melted underfoot....
Summer is the time to market kilts in Phoenix...
There must be some common sense left in even the most smog addled brains down there....
Wearing pants is like tossing a blanket over your air conditioner.
Ron
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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