Tom McNeal: Hello. My name is Tom McNeal. There are quite a few of us McNeals. In fact, one day I met a man who told me that an island off the coast of Scotland is populated only by McNeals, most of them fishermen. Everywhere you look, McNeals. It's a perfectly round island, this man said, with a tavern in the dead-center of it. And all the McNeals live in cottages around the edges of the island and go out in dories every morning to fish. But the way they reel in their nets all day long, makes them lean a little to the left when they walk. So when the McNeals all go out after dinner with their dogs for an evening stroll, they go inward concentric circles until to they get to the dead-center of the island where the tavern is. After a couple of pints, the McNeals can stand straight again, and after a couple more, they tilt to the right. So then they go outside and find their dogs and walk in outward concentric circles until they get back to their cottages where they sleep like babies.