I wore my kilt to church this morning. I am the music director so I got to play the organ in it. I have never played better. Much more free without leggins. I was a bit concerned because some of the hymns were proverbial "nut-busters" (which is what you call a piece that has difficult pedal work). Everything just sorta "fell into place" (pun intended)!

The minister felt compelled to call me a "man of style" this morning before his sermon, after congratulating me on my choice of hymns. (Of course we sang HYFRYDOL (pronounced Hee-vree-thol), the Welsh hymn that means "high cheer." Our associate pastor told me after the service he studied in Edinburgh and wore a kilt on Sunday, just like I was doing. Others in the congregation had nothing but compliments. So, Sunday kilt-wearing in certainly a good place to start.

I even stopped to get gas, and also I stopped to visit one of my partner's real estate clients at the adult toy store in Key Largo. The looks I got were complimentary in and of themselves, too.

All-in-all, a very nice "first time" experience...