Lest you think we do nothing but drive tractors and milk cows out here, every year we have a Highland Games festival where men in plaid skirts throw telephone poles and what not. Why does it happen here, you ask? Because the name of the town is Scotland.
That's the only reason. We don't particularly have people of Scottish descent here, and we aren't actually in any highlands -- in fact a river valley. But, the festival organizers figured it would be fitting to have people come to Scotland for the purpose. They have to park 2 miles away in a hayfield and take a shuttle bus because there isn't enough parking at the historical society property where the festival is held, which, is by the way, mostly not in Scotland at all but in Sprague. (Ssh!) Anyway, I'll check it out and let you know how much fun it is, it's an easy walk from my house.
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