During our mining days in Grants, NM, we had a Scottish family move in across the street and they had a daughter the same age as my youngest, at that time. Her name was Morag. We thought that was very strange, but over time, it sort of blended in, or in our minds, it did, anyhow. Her dad would often on week-ends come out wearing "the kilt".
Last edited by Yooper32; 01-27-2012 at 05:52 AM.
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