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Cousins, It is very difficult for me to write this email. Until this time I believed that I was reasonably intelligent. I don't have a PhD, but I do hold a Masters Degree in Education. I'm really at a loss. I've drafted this email a hundred times but continue to use the delete key since the right words just don't seem to be there. I'm sure that some of my beloved cousins, after reading this, will tell me that I *should* have hit the delete key. However, please read this carefully. I am not one of those nasty ole Americans who thinks that "my way is the only way." I'm seeking the wise counsel of The Cousins, wherever you may be. My intent is that this issue be resolved, and resolved in a way that results in as few casualties as possible. To think of the word "collateral damage" in this situation makes me nauseous. We are talking about the future and about what our children should learn from all of this. Surely we can come together, our hearts and our minds, in this important endeavor. Perhaps there are many solutions. We all know, however, that some solutions are "right" and some are just plain "wrong" -- and with dire consequences. Let us at least narrow the options to the few select ones that have the most promise of preserving that which is very precious to us .... or maybe in this situation, precious only to me. I hope the everyone is interested. I've read email and visited more web sites than one might imagine. The answers that I get are so conflicting. They go from one extreme to the other. I've heard about such tragedies in many places .... airports, office buildings, automobiles, schools, and even parks where children play. It seems that sometimes these tragedies have a life of their own and are on a route of self destruction. Some have said that we really need to turn up the heat and that's the only way to handle such an terrible situation. Others tend to advise that we study it. Our actions are not reversible. Once something is done in a harsh way, it cannot be undone. Others seem to say that we should talk about it. We should find the root cause of the problem and then we can avoid similar problems in the future. Perhaps so, but when do you stop talking and take a different action? In my opinion, I think that the continuing problem is too hurtful to linger very long. We need to take deliberate, though thoughtful, actions. We MUST NOT BICKER. WE MUST come together with our vast pool of knowledge and arrive at a good solution; one that we can all accept. Somehow I believe that through history the problem has been solved and that there is indeed an obvious answer. I am in deep despair as it seems whichever way I turn, whichever way I go, some will think it wrong and may feel ill toward me .... and I might make a huge mistake that cannot be corrected without severe penalty. The unknown creates such fear. Perhaps more study and dialogue is the only way at this point. We certainly can't be legitimately criticized for that approach. Now let me be more specific ... Let's define the problem. Without a proper definition, the problem cannot be solved. Background: This is how the terror began: I took my family to a Celtic Rock concert (Seven Nations) last Friday night. I thought that this would be a good idea since we had spent the previous day, Thanksgiving Day, recalling all of the horrors of times past in the USA. We were really on a high! But, no, on Friday the 23rd, little did we know what was ahead of us. Situation: The concert was a "sit-down" concert, unusual for a rock concert. Perhaps that should have been my first clue. On top of that, we had a 90 minute drive home from the concert. The result: the rear of my Kilt is "terror"-ably wrinkled. Others must have had kilts that have "bin wrinkled". I have laid it out on the bed and coddled it ... no noticeable results. It is now peacefully draped from a clothes hanger with the stubborn wrinkles making no move to correct themselves. Oh, I must mention this. I checked and the wrinkles are not only on the outside but also on the inside. Is there any hope? Perhaps I'm just expecting too much and I clearly don't understand. Why do they harass me so? Result: The wrinkles simply don't want to come out. It's as if they are buried deeply. Actions and Possible actions: I feel that to iron the kilt is such a barbarous act, and I am fearful that I may harm the material or even harm some of the material that isn't even involved with the wrinkles. Fear seems to be of vital concern using this approach. I've talked with it and that didn't seem to help. Perhaps my lack of a PhD, and certainly my lack of wisdom, is limiting my ability to find the proper words. It's as though it's mind is made up. Perhaps the DNA was simply defective .... did the sheep have an unhappy childhood? ....and it won't eat a thing. I won't go into what food that was offered, but it is a very "pop"-ular dish with a tart like taste. I've been studying the wrinkles for several days now with no good results. Maybe I need to study it longer. Although winter is approaching, I plan to wear it in about two weeks. Drat! That may simply just not be possible. Not only do I need to solve the problem, but it is VITAL that it look good. Unless it looks good to everyone, I will feel that I have failed. It must look good, feel good and perhaps even solve the problem. Help! What should I do to get the wrinkles out? Someone told me that the wool might just be too tight (actually they said "uptight") and maybe it needs to relax a bit; then, the wrinkles might fall out more easily. I hope that the wrinkles don't spread while I'm trying to figure this out. We must do the honorable thing ... but what is that? Dear me, dear me. Cousins, please help. Maybe I can spend more money and buy another one. Can you spare a donation for a worthy cause? Is there a self-help group? There MUST be a government grant for the study of "ethnic clothing." Alas, can anyone give me good advice as to how to handle this? Future? I guess the next time I should just turn the other cheek? Thank you for your assistance. Mel of South Carolina