If you remember the old Wolfman movies, you know they all began with a Gypsy woman invoking an ancient Gypsy curse, to be followed by the predictable scene where actor Lon Chaney Jr. turns into the Wolfman.
Hey, those Gypsy curses were stout.
I don't believe in curses, spells, pins stuck in voodoo dolls, none of that stuff. Gypsy, or otherwise, I don't believe curses exist.
But wouldn't it be nice if, like the old Gypsy woman, we could invoke curses on people who really deserve them?
I'm not talking about curses as cruel as being turned into the Wolfman, or being forced to pal around with Richard Simmons all day, or to be elected president for life of the Rosie O'Donnell fan club. Nothing that bad[[In-content Ad]]
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