My volunteering with the Victoria Highland Games brought me in contact with a very nice lady when we were teamed up to put up and take down signs. It turns out that she had a Prince Charlie coatee gathering dust in her closet. She offered it to me to wear for an occasion coming up. I borrowed it, dry-cleaned it, and returned it to her. Upon its return she said that any time I wanted to borrow it to give her a call. I did, and when I phoned her to return it the second time, she said to just keep it in my closet and wear it whenever I wanted to. I did. After several years, I contacted her and offered to buy it because I felt guilty having it. She said that it had been her father's, that she didn't want to sell it yet, and that she still wanted me to keep and wear it. It turns out that her father (a Baird) had been a very good friend of my grandfather (an Oliphant). Now she has moved and I've been unable to find her. I think she wanted me to have it all along.