Scooby and I are currently sitting, kilted, in the foyer of our local library working on his school report on red tailed hawks. Beforehand, we went to the park department's volunteer appreciation bbq; I will post the picture they took of us when I have access to the scanner later.

I was asked about my attire by one of the honorees at the bbq and how we came to attend kilted. After I told her that Scooby had chosen on his own to wear the kilt she told me that her boyfriend had carpooled with an online acquaitance to a recent mountain bike ride; when the truck pulled up on the appointed day, the driver emerged mohawked and kilted.

From here, we will be going home, upgrading our formallity, and heading for the NorCal Rabble kilt night at the Tied House in Mountain View.

A good day,

Bob