I went to my high school graduation reunion yesterday.

This year we celebrated our 50th anniversary. Most of us have stayed in touch over the years via face book and many still live in the same small town we grew up in. The town is a small farming community made up of some of the toughest people I know. The reunion was held in the legion hall the walls of which are lined with pictures of the war dead from the community. I wore my favorite kilt and was expecting a good ribbing from some of the people. Instead I got compliment after compliment on wearing it.