Heartstrings

I was hunting around for a blip when I spied this very Scottish looking fellow in front of one of the tourist tat shops on the Royal Mile.

Indeed, he told me he is Scottish, and this was his second trip to Scotland. He didn't let a little thing like being born in the States, growing up in Canada and now living in Kansas stand in the way of declaring himself to be Scottish and I certainly wasn't going to challenge him. Scotland certainly has a pull on the heartstrings.

Speaking of heartstrings, lariats pull on mine...