Freelancer, Ken, thanks. No, I did not see anyone else in a kilt--and I was looking. Yes, I got a number of compliments from folks at Carnegie Hall. The phalanx of publicity photographers who made up their own skirmishing line at the entrance to the cocktail reception formed themselves into a cheerleader-like multi-tiered firing square, and then blasted my wife and I with camera flash. They then asked us to strike several red-carpet like poses while their auto advancers ran out more photos. It really made us feel like celebutantes.
One very, very good looking woman said she liked what I was wearing in such a pleasant way that I will remember it for some time... One very nice fellow asked me which clan my tartan belonged to. He told me that his daughter was marrying a fellow of Scottish extraction, and that the wedding party was going to be decked out in kilts of the McLean tartan. He said he would be wearing a kilt made of the new Jewish tartan. I think I surprised him a little when I told him it was available in a kosher version--he said his Scottish soon-to-be son-in-law wasn't kosher. The reaction from folks at Carnegie Hall was great, and made me feel that the effort I had gone to was appreciated. Cheers!
"Before two notes of the theme were played, Colin knew it was Patrick Mor MacCrimmon's 'Lament for the Children'...Sad seven times--ah, Patrick MacCrimmon of the seven dead sons....'It's a hard tune, that', said old Angus. Hard on the piper; hard on them all; hard on the world." Butcher's Broom, by Neil Gunn, 1994 Walker & Co, NY, p. 397-8.
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