Well anyone that I've been able to hold down long enough has already heard the story of me dancing with eight lovely college girls and getting invited back to the apartment of two of them (being a married man, I declined the generous offer). All credit goes to the kilt and a wee bit to the Yuengling brewing company for loosening me tired old joints enough to dance.

I get comments on a regular basis from folks saying how good it is to see a man in a kilt.

Then there was the cashier at Old Navy who said I had nice legs. I get that sometimes. This time was in front of my wife so it was good for her to see the effect the kilt has on other women. Usually she's not there to see it.

Today is a young day. Nothing positive yet. The only thing anyone said was a convenience store clerk that said "I mean no disrespect, sir, but I know you've GOT to be cold out there in that." I assured him I was quite comfortable and smiled to let him know I wasn't offended and went off to work. I don't think that comment was positive or negative, maybe just an attempt to make some kind of idle conversation.

I've got the Royal Stewart on today. No mortal can look upon it and not have something run through their minds, so I expect to hear a few more comments today.