I’m not Scottish but I do enjoy the occasional wee bit of their whiskey. Back in the 1960s I had the excellent fortune of spending three months in Scotland, courtesy of the US Navy and I totally fell in love with the land and the people. We were the first American war ship to enter the harbor of Greenock, Scotland since the end of WWII and we were greeted as saviors. The hospitality and warmth of those people will always be appreciated and never forgotten.
In the 1980s we would take our children to the International Folk Festival in Cincinnati and when a regal drum major would lead the local pipe and drum band into the convention hall I would not be able to hold back the tears. Even to this day the sounds of a Scottish brogue or a piper will make me weep a little.
Anyway, this blog came out of a Facebook posting from one of my former exchange students and I thought I’d share it with you.