The Transformation Is Complete

[Ugly Bear]

And I have been to Greece! My father still lives in Pittsford.

Pittsford, for those who don't know, is the blue-blood district of Rochester. Or so they think. It's a place full of upper-middle-class people who think they're middle-upper-class people. The Pittsford Wegman's (a chain of very high-class supermarkets) is one of the wonders of the city.

My kilt doesn't go down there at all. The customers look at me with deep worry and scurry along. I could be wrong, but I think security follows me there, too.

Upon reflection, that suits me fine.

There's a Celtic crafts store in the adjacent plaza. I made it a habit to ask them every now and then if they would sell kilts. After years of planning, they now have kilts -- for rent only. Meh. Once kilts catch on as everyday wear, the kilt rental business is going to suffer. If only they knew.

Instead of your home, you could be standing in the great room of some castle.

Well, that IS my castle. Get it? Sure you do.