Well this was the first thing that came to my mind last night.

My wife and I were out for our evening walk when we encountered and elderly gentleman who asked, in his very thick border accent, if I was Scottish. This led to a nice conversation as we continued to walk together until he turned off on his street.

He was in Kanata visiting his son. He comes over every year.

As we were walking away my wife commented that I get to talk to everyone when I wear my kilt.

Casey