Yesterday, my wife and I, as well as our two kids went to Cincy to meet her grandmother and uncle for lunch, my son and I both kilted. He got a lot of compliments, which is nice since he's four. One person commented that he was stuck in shorts because his employer changed their dress code to make skirts only allowed on women, I forgot his clan, and I mentioned Xmarks to him, but he hadn't heard of it. Perhaps he will appear here soon. (That was at Ikea. )

At the TGI Fridays, we had a waiter. However, we kept having a waitress come over to talk, a Forbes she said, talked about how she used to wear a kilt and now her daughter wears it. When she brought the food to our table, she bent over to put the food in front of my wife, and I swear, her ahem were close to my face. I mean, if not for her uniform, I bet she'd have been able to feel my breath on them. I'm sure I would have enjoyed that a bit more if my wife wasn't sitting right next to me. (Perhaps it was the kilt, perhaps her trying to reach around the high chair, not complaining at any rate.)

Though today, the next day, I hear tell of a man living in Huber Heights who, as his son said, 'should have stock in Utilikilts as many as he owns'

I know there are a few greater Dayton rabble, but now I wonder if the mysterious Mark from Huber Heights is part of that rabble...