Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Robby Burns Day, 1989

What must the Sons of Scotland have thought of the table we had reserved for their Robbie Burns supper?!? . . . a whole table of mostly twenty-somethings in a hall full of dusty old kilts, Ed Oikawa in his tuxedo (“You’re obviously nae Scottish!”) and John proudy wearing a necktie in the Logan tartan his parents had unwittingly adopted when they’d anglicized their name.
     Poor Catherine was the only fair lassie there, and although she was happy with the swarthy lad who’d escorted her, the Sons of Scotland just assumed she’d arrived with only true Scot at the table . . . who was gay.

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