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Photo Essay: Robbie Burns Night

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Being Scottish means you are part of a great and noble heritage. Here in America, it is also a little like being a Trekkie. We gather in large masses wearing strange clothes while participating in strange rituals. I grew up in the center of it all. My family went to every Highland Games. I took Highland dance classes. My brothers played bagpipes and drums and competed in caber tossing competitions.

But as far as I went down the tartan rabbit's hole, I steadfastedly refused to go to Robbie Burns Night, the annual celebration of poet Robert Burns' birthday. From a tender age I knew that it meant listening to very long and dramatic poetry - and eating haggis. This year when I saw that the Tam O'Shanter was having a Robbie Burns Night dinner I thought it might be a nice family bonding experience.

(Photos after the jump)