My wife's family name happens to be Scottish as well, and one day we Web-surfed our way to an entertaining connection between our clans. Allow me to put the ancient story into present-day characters:
Sharing of that bit of Scottish trivia was just an excuse to say that I watched Braveheart last weekend.I fell in love with a fair maiden of the other clan -- well, I fell in love with her money, anyway, and especially her castle. Problem was, she had an elder brother, reportedly the village wussy, who stood heir to the clan's fortune.
So I did what any self-respecting Scot would do -- I killed the wimpy brother, married the maiden and got the estate (including the castle, of course).
Some criticize Mel Gibson's 1995 kilt-in-action epic for its historical inaccuracy (the script was inspired by a poem, not by events), but I thoroughly enjoy the movie. Braveheart is worth watching if only to hear protagonist William Wallace exhort the Highlanders at Stirling:
That's not just a keeper -- it's a touchstone. Highlands forever."Aye, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom?"
