I'm in Flagstaff at the doc's getting ready for my second day of chemo. I'm wearing my Arizona tartan kilt.

A guy walks by the infusion room, looks in, and says, "Arizona tartan."

Blew me away!

Turns out he's a Ferguson, active in his clan, and knows the tartan well. We chatted. Particularly about how difficult it is to acquire the tartan.

But dang....the odds against that gotta be bazillions to one.