My kilted journey began in 1999, the year I graduated from high school. The year my father and I went to Scotland to explore our Scottish roots. In the airport was a gentleman wearing a kilt. I had seen them on television, and once in person when we went to the Scottish games. But this was the first time I had seen on up close and personal. I felt no need to hide behind my hand and snicker as so many teenagers do. In fact I thought it was cool.