I talked to him last night, even broke out the guitar and played rhythm to his lead on figuring out "Whiskey Lullaby", turns out his greatest fear about me an the kilt was how he thought his "friends" would think about me, having "lost it".
I told him the only thing that mattered about what other people think, was the six inches between his own ears. It's all mind over matter, if I don't mind it don't matter. You are only responsible for your own thoughts, not others. Besides, they may have different opinions than what you expect them too.
I have always loved talking to people of all types, the kilt is certainly an ice-breaker. If a 50 year old chubby, bald guy can make a 85 year old lady feel like a schoolgirl for a minute or two, what's the harm?
I had a particularly fun story about the Daytona 500 and being kilted that I need to share on another thread.
Indeed quite the convergence!! Great story! Thanks for sharing and I'm glad that he made a 180 or perhaps a 540. And that meeting with another Byers/Birse - what a serendipitous moment.
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