Let me share a story of an experience I had while on my way home from the Games.

Since it was getting toward evening, I stopped in Grand Central Station for a bite. A woman approached me and complimented me on the kilt. She then asked me if I spoke English.

When I told her that I do, she asked me how long I had been in the country.

When I told her that I was a native of New York, she said that she had never seen a man in a kilt before. Surprised, I asked her where she was from, expecting some really remote part of the country. She informed me Dayton, Ohio.