My son and grandson are "professional Scots'. Pipe & drum band. Scottish
dancing. Kilts, badges, and a skean dhu (small knife) in argyle socks.
Selkirk Grace before meals. A grand daughter is named Skye. They
actually eat the haggis at Burn's Dinners ....You get the picture.

A hilarious 'scottish situation' occurred at Dave's wedding. The
screeching and scrawing of the pipes was awful when Tampa's June
humidity did a job on the reeds when the piper came into the dry air
conditioned church from the humid yard outside. Then there was the time
when he stopped by a liquor store in Atlanta wearing his kilts. Two
prostitutes walking nearby were heard to murmur, "man that's some cool
threads!" But I digress even when I'm musing. Sorry.

Anyway, I've turned several batches of spurtles for the grandson to sell
at Scottish games. They were fair sellers as most Scots want to buy
something, just not something too dear. For the recent games I wrote up
a little brochure about how thistles, spurtles and porridge are
interrelated in Scottish lore. (mostly cribbed from Derek Andrews'
excellent Seafoam website with his permission) This time the spurtles
sold like oatcakes. So when your 'rent payers' aren't selling remember
to add a little 'write-up' and wild flowers to your weed pots, candles
to your candlesticks, fruit to your bowls and hotcakes to your platters.
They will sell like oatcakes.

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