First, a funny story that makes me think of all the members of Clan Meadors:
I had a moment at work yesterday when it was like Mr. David was inside my head. The engineer I don't get along with very well is investigating the cause of a fatal car wreck. It is believed one of the metal parts failed (that's where my company's expertise comes in) causing the wreck. As he passed by, the engineer was muttering something about "dead men tell no tales". Suddenly, it was as though David was sitting right there beside me, because I could hear his voice clearly in my head. "If a dead man speaks, there's a good possibility that he isn't quite dead." I started laughing and said that to the engineer. I think he thinks I'm a bit off my rocker now.
Now a funny cartoon that makes me think of you all:
P.S. I hope you realize that you don't necessarily have to have the last name "Meadors" for me to consider you part of Clan Meadors. Much like the Scots, I consider David and Susan to be the Clan heads, and the rest of us have been either birthed into or adopted as part of the clan family. But now I'm starting to wonder what our tartan would look like...