Rabbie

Tonight is the annual Robert Burns Supper in Virginia Beach. I had hoped to go last year, but did not. This year, dating a Scotswoman is the additional impetus I required: Nikki and I are going to attend. Cocktails at six; dinner and festivities at seven. There will be recitings of Burnsian poetry and the obligatory haggis, along with many fine fellows in kilts [not I, this go-round - all of my Highland wear is far too informal.] I'll be in a tuxedo, and my bow tie is a subtle Black Watch pattern. Mr. McManus, and all members of the Four Twa, past and present, that's for you.