The Mrs. and I just got back from our local farmers market (where I was kilted of course). We picked up some beautiful heirloom tomatoes, a variety of 1/2 dozen or so kinds of peaches and a flat of great smelling strawberries.
Mmmm...

So, while on a lovely stroll around the outdoor market, someone yells, "great shirt"! The Mrs. and I are both taken aback. What?
Again, "great shirt, I love Kaanapali"! Oh', yea, I was wearing a Kaanapali golf shirt.

So, it just goes to show, it is not always about the kilt...