Yesterday afternoon, in fact, at our local fall fair. My wife and I worked a volunteer shift at a MADD information kiosk (mother against drunk driving). Afterwards, we wandered around the fair grounds and passed a kilted man. As we approached, I realized that he had been part of a pipe band playing at the grandstand earlier. I'm not so sure that counts but was heartened by the fact that he didn't strip right out after his performance - as so often is the case. I, of course, was decked out in my XMarks / Tewksbury kilt with t-shirt and boots.

No non-tartan kilts in sight though.

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