Occasionally, I am reminded life imitates art.
At a recent performance of the "Young Frankenstein" musical inside the Atlanta Fox Theatre, I took one glance at the image of the infamous Count's residence high on a bluff...
...and realized I dwell somewhat the same....
Of course, I am nothing like the mad scientists successfully reanimating grave-robbed corpses. I'm more of a crazed typist heavy breathing raspy wisps of alleged life into dead jokes.
Villagers, there is no cause for alarm!
Do not storm my castle!
Beware of kitty!