Yeah... Wearing a kilt to an Octoberfest celebration could be construed as poor form by some. However, given that my grandmother was of German descent, and that the neighborhood is so used to seeing me kilted that my appearance caused not a single glance, I felt it was a proper choice. Besides, the weather was perfect kilt weather: mid-50's and overcast. It was a great night.
"Far an taine ‘n abhainn, ‘s ann as mò a fuaim."
Where the stream is shallowest, it is noisiest.
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