I am so proud of my Scottish heritage, I only have to see a kilt or hear the bagpipes and the hair on the back of my neck stands up and I feel a big lump in my throat and tears begin to prick my eyes.
Forgive me going off topic a bit, but, it's the funniest thing. I have barely a drop of Celtic blood in me--though my maternal grandmother's maiden name was Bailey--it's almost all pure German--yet there is something about Celtic art forms, and Celtic music--including the pipes--that really appeals to me--makes the hair on my head stand up, too!
Now back to our regularly scheduled topic. ...