Twelve Highlanders and a Bagpipe Make a Rebellion

Went to something called a Scottish Ramble this weekend at the Landmark Center. I got some pretty definitive answers about my quest for dual-citizenship. Basically the answer was something like “yew’d have more luck trying to stuff a bagpipe into a pillbox then yew’d have getting yer citizenship lad”. So my dreams of backing into the EU on some kind of ancestral accounting error ain’t looking too good. On the bright side there were many styles of dope kilts, two handed swords, celtic knot t-shirts, and other Braveheart inspired Scottish kitsch to be bought. Kinda reminded me of the Renaissance Fair only indoors and without all the cool jousting.

Did find the Oliver Family Tartan at the Ramble. Pictured above you can see the Oliver Family Hunting Tartan, and the Oliver Family Dress Tartan which we would wear for more formal gatherings. I’m sure the enemies or the potential enemies of the Oliver Klan really appreciated the style distinction between the Family Dress and the Family Hunting Tartan. The different colors were certainly a dead giveaway as to whether we wanted to dine with you and feast on your game hen or if we wanted to eradicate your persons and bleed your livestock. I don’t think the Scotts were ever known for their subtly.