Introducing my Uncle Bob to the rabble.

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Last week I traveled to Albuquerque to attend my nephews wedding. My nephew had always wanted a Scotland wedding, but was unable to travel. So my Uncle Bob decided to bring Scotland to my nephew. Being a bit of a clown (literally, for years he used to go to children's hospitals dressed as a clown), he made a 'costume' for the rehearsal dinner, including PVC bagpipes (he called it a multiple pipe kazoo) and a kilt. So, to the tune of Scotland the Brave, out he marched. It was quite the scene and lots of hearty laughs.

And before of you ask, he called his creation the MacLaney tartan!