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.
Fast forward several years in which I think about becoming a kilted gentleman but do nothing about it. Then I am introduced to a local Celtic Rock band called…My Three Kilts. Great guys, in kilts doing fun Scottish/Irish music in the style of The Ramones. Alas they have gone their separate ways but I will forever be in their debt for getting me out of my rut and putting my money where my mind always was.
Now every Sunday I kilt up for church. Many people request that I wear my kilt to events, parties, or just because and I am always happy to oblige them.
I wear the kilt because I take great pride in my family traditions and heritage. I wear the kilt because I like to be different. I wear the kilt because it’s fun.