I threw on my MacLeod of Harris kilt to go to the laundromat this morning. After throwing the clothes in the machine, I walked up the street to get some coffee and walked past where folks are in the process of setting up for a local street fair.

An African-American guy who was helping his wife set up her booth pointed at me and said, "I want me one of them after all, grandpa was a MacQuistan." His wife rolled her eyes and he said, "What? That's Man Freedom!"