He was supremely proud of his heritage. He researched his family’s roots. He traveled to Scotland and stayed in the family castle. He bought various articles of Scottish origin including bagpipes and kilts. He was so proud he wore the kilts to a family reunion one particular year.

Like most families, this one included characters of every description from soup to nuts, and every personality from stoic to epicure. Everything from dreadlocks to rednecks, and freaks to flakes were included.

Two other family members were engulfed in one of their favorite discussions about horses when the proud man approached them. He sat down beside the pair and was trying gallantly to take part in their conversation. After a short time one of the men involved in the original dialogue rose to leave the others’ presence, a look of disgust on his face.

"Where are you going," the proud family member innocently inquired?

"I like you, I really do," the departing man said, "but I just can’t sit beside a man in a dress."

"What do you think," the kilt wearer asked the other man who was still seated, a puzzled look on his face?