In hard, craggy, far-flung places, the noble kilt tenaciously survives and mutates.
Just 15 minutes ago, after securing a new, licensed daycare spot for my son yay! starting tomorrow! there I am, strolling down Gladstone Avenue in Fernwood, a leafy old hippy neighborhood here in Victoria B.C., when I stumble upon "Freedom Kilts," crammed into an old storefront.
In large letters in the window there is “CRY FREEDOM! and let slip the legs of woe.” Hanging on display are kilts ranged menacingly with names like Cargo Kilt, Desert Kilt, Camo Kilt, Casual Kilt, Khaki Kilt, I believe a Khaki Cargo Kilt and "Kids Kilts."
They also had all these photos in the window:
Action kilt!