Hey, me too.

Last night I drove over to Kanab, Utah, about 75 miles away, to a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. Drove over with my AA sponsor. It was cold and snowy so I wore my UK brown leather kilt. We went because a Navajo friend from Kaibeto with 5 years sober was the speaker, and because it was a pot luck and we are both batchelors craving some home cooking.

Kanab is a Mormon town (yes there are Morman alcoholics) and I expected some comments. There were about 30 people at the pot luck before the meeting and I only got two comments, both positive.

A lady said with a smile, "You must be Scottish." And the guy chairing the meeting said, "I wore a kilt once for a friends wedding."

Then, on the drive home, my sponsor started asking questions about where my kilts come from and (buying signal) how much they cost. He's never commented on my kilts before.

Point was, a great night kilted, good food and good company. No silly comments, no teasing.

And, a beautiful drive through light snow with lots of migrating deer grazing alongside the highway.

"We have met the enemy and he is us." Pogo