Men in skirts were everywhere on the Washington County Fairgrounds in Richmond on Saturday, as the 10th annual Scottish Highland Festival stopped in Rhode Island for the day. Retired Guy and I headed down and spent a few hours nosing around the books in the clan ancestry booths to find out what we could about our roots. He's got Campbells in his genealogical tree, and I have Mackenzies and the little known "Imbrie." Well, you could find a tartan and coats of arms for the first two, but nothing for "Imbrie." Turns out my ancestor was a Lowlander, and they didn't get the fancy stuff.
It was remarkable how good the men looked in their kilts, sporrans (furry waist pouches) and socks with "flashers" (tartan decorations). Striding around, they looked masculine and strong, bringing to mind Mel Gibson in Braveheart or Russell Crowe in his Gladiator gear. As for the food at the festival, well, let us say that the Del's lemonade truck was busier than the haggis one — haggis being a specialty peculiar to Scots, made of sheeps' intestines cooked in its stomach. Like Scotch whisky, haggis is not for the faint-hearted. You have to be a man bold enough to wear a skirt to enjoy either one of them.