It's a Fine Line
I must admit, I like bagpipe marching bands.
I love them, actually.
The haunting, sober, sound moves me. When I lived in the famous Bull Creek Apartments in Austin, I lived near a cemetary. I would purposely walk near the cemetary early on Sunday mornings because every now and then this lone bag pipe player would be standing near a grave playing Amazing Grace. It was awesome.
But maybe even more awesome than bagpipe marching bands are men in kilts.
I love them.
I love to see kilt-wearing bag pipers headed my way. Ordinary looking men become handsome.
I agree that not all kilts are created equal.
And I agree that not all men can pull them off.
But some can. Oh, yes they can.
And I know that every single person fell just a little bit in love with Mel the day they saw this.
Because, say what you will about that guy, but he can pull off a kilt.
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