Hey cousin,

Thanks for the memories. I lived and traveled them mountains for many years back in the 60s and early 70s. Lots of stories about the folks in the back hollows of them mountains. They really do hollar at each other and brew up some tasty moonshine.

I am amazed that more didn't happen with the KMart altercation. Some of them good ol' boys would just a soon fight as socialize. He must have already been on probation or parole or something. Before I moved to N.C. I was warned to be nice - they will kill you. After some time as a police officer in N.C. I found that was sound advice.

Glad nothing hurtful happened. Maybe he thought your sporran was some sort of a concealed carry device - or didn't wanna risk it.

Sad how a small thing like that can knock a good time asunder. I'm guessing Matt was a tad embarassed about the treatment the local gave you. Too bad he couldn't be trussed up and drug to the STM for some basic education.

Ron