Probably the next person in my neighborhood to wear a kilt will be the Cantor of the church around the corner.

We ran into each other after church had let out and he was wearing a robe that his wife made (reminded me of Neo in "The Matrix". He spotted me and said, "I'm glad I'm not the only one."

We chatted for a bit and he invited me to coffee at the after-church meeting.

His wife is going to repair a Utilikilt his Texan friend sent. Then she's going to use the UK to make a kilt for him.

Maybe I can get his wife to make me one of those bad-a** robes.