Turned Tables - A First Time For Everything
So yesterday I'm bifurcated for some training and driving 3 peers across the Navajo Nation to Window Rock. We stop on the Hopi for lunch. We're on Second Mesa at the Hopi Cultural Center restaurant and there sits a kilted guy in full turnout.
So, this time its me going up to his party, interrupting, complimenting him and saying I own 30 some kilts but just aren't wearing one now due to business training requirements....He was very polite and genial. We chatted briefly, then went our ways. Didn't pry but would guess he was visiting from Scotland. Didn't know the tartan but it was beautiful. He wore it as if it was the most normal thing in the world - which I'm sure it was to him.
Coulda been TWO kilties on the Hopi at the same time had I kilted up for the drive. Could have bifurcated myself after arrival at training....dang.
Was different to be the "Hey, that's a kilt!" guy for a change.
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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