This weekend past I was in Hamilton, Montana, for the Bitterroot Celtic Games and Festival. The day was rainy (very Scottish) and I spent most of the day in my black rain cape. Not much chance of showing off my new jacket conversion. The dry spot was the beer tent, where a fine ale and some Irish dancing was available. I doffed my cape over the back of a chair to drain and took a seat against the wall to watch the dancers (very good, by the way.) There was a group of older ladies at a table adjacent and I asked them if my sitting there was going to block their view. They said 'no, go ahead and sit.' Five minutes later, one of them comes up to me and asks if she can take my picture. I was agreeable, but asked why. She said: "I want to send the picture to my husband to show how a man dresses when he wants to look good." Who can fault that logic? Picture taken, I had a nice conversation with the ladies (all long-time friends who graduated high school the year before I was born) and we talked about tartans, kilts, proper Traditional Highland dress and whatever came to mind. They had had a beer or two before I got there and we having a riotous good time. It made getting out of the rain even more enjoyable.
JMB
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