While in a pub at
Pitlochry, the bartender said to me
"Are you attending a celebration?" I told him
"No, I was just visiting the homeland of my
ancestors. Since I don't know if I will ever be back,
I want to make the most of it and wear my kilt as
much as possible.”
He then asked “What tartan are you wearing?”
“Wallace”
“Are you direct descendant of the William Wallace?”
He Asked .
I replied “Since he did not have any children I don’t
see how.”
He laughed at my response and said "Yank
your all right."

The rest of the evening when I ordered a dram of whisky
be would accidentally let the bottle keep pouring
over the measure so that I got a double and say
“OOPS”.

For the most part, they see the kilt as a very formal garment.
I’m sure they new I was a tourist but my feeling was so what,
I was a tourist!

I did see plenty of kilts being worn by the tour guides at Edinburgh Castle.
The only casual kilt I saw was by a
man passing out a booklet on Scottish beef in Inverness.
My kilted experiences while there were wonderful.