It was snowing like no body's business this morning, so much so that I slid off the interstate (no damage to me or the car) and I got in about an hour late. The cop did a double take when he opened the car door to see if I was ok. He could see that I was kilted but he didn't say anything though. He had other things to deal with

I finally get to work, I'm walking into the front door of the building in wind and blowing snow in my Black Stewart, and this lady behind me says "hoot-mon!" I guess it's an ok thing. She was smiling :-)

Hey, I'm ok...the car's ok, and I"m kilted. Life is good