No projection here!
Right after this picture was taken, we (that would be my intrepid cameraman SCI-FI, thanks again for all your help!) went into Dunkin' Donuts to get some cawfee. I was disappointed yet again - here I was, all ready to explain what the kilt was for, hoping to do some good and all that, and not a single person commented. I mean, why on earth weren't they willing to ask the six foot tall, shaved head biker gun nut why he was wearing a kilt???
Now, I noticed something yesterday. We've got more folks joining in the contest, which is very good. The more money we raise the happier I am. However, I won't (Caleb) name (Caleb) names (Caleb) or anything like that, but someone (Caleb) who won't even put on a kilt is rising like a rocket towards the top slot (see what I did there?) for fundraising. Here I am, appearing all over the state of
confusion Massachusetts wearing a kilt and promising to wear an actual skirt if I at least place.
Don't make me put the skirt back - donations can be made at www.pcf.org/kilted7 or my Kilted to Kick Cancer Team Page.Tomorrow: A (quasi) action shot with a hint of upkilt!
That is all.