Well, as far as I know I haven't an ounce of Scots blood in me. My Dad's side of the family is all french, and it turns out that some Hebert back in 16-whatever was court pharmacist (or the equivalent) to Louis the umpty-umpth.

No Scots, there.

On mom's side they're Danish and English, with Hall being one of the family names. However, my maternal grandfather's name was Kindall, which just occurred to me, yesterday, might very well be a modification of "Kendall", which is about as Scottish as you can get. It might be a bit of a challenge to figure out where the name came from, though my cousin might have a clue.

No, my interest in kilts comes from seeing them at Ren Faire's and Celtic Festivals, and thinking that they're just good looking pieces of clothing. Big Guys (I'm 6' 2" and about 250 pounds) look good in kilts. Kilts are a little bit different from the norm, which appeals. I've messed around at a couple of low-key Highland Games with some of the events like putting the stone, and I enjoy them. Gotta have a kilt to do that! And finally, since I play in an unusual band that does some celtic music...why not? The guys in "Tempest" (SF Bay Area-based serious celtic rock band) often wear Utilikilts, and they look great. Eh, why not? And if anybody has a problem with me wearing a kilt, well I guess that's THEIR problem.