I've enjoyed the other pics here and figure I'd inflict myself on everyone else for a change. My intro to the kilt was through by buddy Rich's wedding back in April. Took 40 years for me to get into a kilt and I'm hooked.

Taro (left) and me (right) and Dom (far right). No ghillie brogues for me -- my dogs are too wide.


I have no idea what I'm saying but we learned two things: (1) big guys look good in kilts and (2) ladies like big guys in kilts. Dom, Chris and Me.


Got my bride a sash to wear with her dress. The other guys caught grief from their wives for not having been treated accordingly. Lesson in there for others.


Recent: on a bloody hot and miserable weekend helped mom-in-law settle into new apt in NJ. Dined in the communal dining hall. Many conversations stopped at tables we passed. I figure given the average age of 88 and corresponding eyesight the comments were along the lines of "My...who's that hairy girl in the skirt with Betty? Poor thing..." Judging by the photo I think my wife was trying to figure out if I was regimental or not..


Aloha!

DD