Monthly Archives: August 2012

A week from today, I will be at the 146th Highland Gathering and Games, hosted by the Caledonian Club of San Francisco.  It’s the largest Gathering in the US, and a time for me to spend immersed in the music.  … Continue reading →

I was just going through some old files in my computer, and I came across a letter that I wrote a few years ago to the editor of Scottish Life Magazine.  It was written is response to a picture story … Continue reading →

In the ever-continuing American-Scottish word games via cyberspace, Sheelagh played the word “swede” which prompted an instant message discussion that went something like this: Me: Isn’t a “swede”, aka a rutabaga over here, also called a neep…as in tatties and … Continue reading →

I worked my way through college as a bartender in a small pub outside of Chicago. My parents would sometimes come in for an evening when there was a good folk music or jazz show.  I was the only one … Continue reading →