Last night was my 35 year high school class reunion. Yes -- I went kilted.

There are a number of reasons for this. One is that someone has to be the one is the shocker at these sort of things. Second is, my wife encouraged me. And third, it was held at a place, a country club, were I caddied as a teen. It was the worst summer of my life. Back then, as now, I was the odd duck. Cool before my time, I like to think. So I was a target of ridicule from the other caddies. And even though my parents were friends with many of the member of this club, they themselves weren't members, and therefore, I could not go certain places on the grounds.

So last night, filled with pride about who I am, with the love of my life on my arm, I walked, kilted, through those forbidden front doors, and the staff there had to cater to me.

As to my classmates reaction -- it was totally positive. It was said -- "you always were the unique one, and only you could pull this off. good for you!"

And so -- another successful kilted outing. Only rubbish thing -- one of my hose slipped down!

Tony