Nearly 50 hours have passed since my wife insisted I purchase my first kilts.

Granted, they were UKs, but yesterday I wore the tan one while running errands and while having a couple of pints at a local pub. Today I wore the black one while bird watching (bald eagles) at a nearby wildlife sanctuary.

Here's the cool part: No one in my travels said a word. I'm going to take a positive outlook here and assume that people in the lower 48 are starting to become accustomed to them. Even my kids hardly even noticed.

So, to those who went before me, here's a hearty thanks.