We left Northern Ireland today... reminded that the old enmities that have existed for at least three centuries have not dissolved... We ended the day in Glasgow, Scotland, after a brief stop in Robert Burns home town. After visiting the cottage where Burns was born and where he lived for the first seven years of his life, I walked back past a church to a bridge to get a picture of the famous “Brigadoon,” and on our way back, a wedding party was coming out of the church. The bride’s attendants were wearing big garden-party hats and the groom’s men were in kilts. A piper in kilts stepped brightly and played his bagpipes as the couple made their way to a waiting Rolls-Royce. I remember that a wedding is important to the story in the musical “Brigadoon,” so I’m going to have to go back home and watch the movie.

Glasgow is just as I remember it from almost thirty years ago... busy, industrial, diverse, and a little shoddy. In this land of haggis we had Thai curry for supper. Haggis is definitely on the menu for later in the week.