Kilted Kama’aina
My lovely wife and I spent three weeks in Hawaii this winter. Several people commented on my kilt, mostly positive, but one drunkard camping upon a bench next to the Ali Wai Canal in Waikiki yelled “Hey Scotty, get some trousers!”… hardly the way to make a positive first impression while pan-handling.
I met only one other man wearing the kilt- Brady Bunton who was working his booth of beautifully made musical instruments at the Hilo Farmer’s Market. We had a wonderful conversation and had intended to visit with his family and band at the local Kava bar, but we ended up on the other side of the Big Island.
It was a very interesting experience, Hilo is not a typical tourist town.
Long have men been subject to the poor and limited choices offered by the Trouser Tyrants. Pants are dead! Long Live the Kilt!