We got a break from the cold weather yesterday with the temperature getting up into the low 60s, so I decided to take a walk in the park. I'm just into my 3rd week of recovering from spinal surgery, so I took my walker and proceeded to test out how far I could walk.

I wore my 5 yd wool Ireland's National kilt. I had just stopped at a picnic table close to the parking lot to rest, when a car parked in front of me, a man got out, came over to me and ask if I was Scottish. As it turns out the man was in a play to be presented next month, and was playing the part of an elderly Scottish gentleman. He said he wanted to speak with at least somewhat of a Scottish accent but didn't have a clue. Fortunately, I know a Scotsman from Glasgow who now lives here and offered to contact him to see if he would be willing to help this gentleman acquire a bit of a Scottish accent. Who better to teach than a true Scotsman? Of course my Scottish friend agreed to help him.

I'm still amazed by the things that can happen when you wear a kilt.



Darrell