The sign over my door draws those who are off-the-beaten-path, odd-man-out, slightly-off-beat or otherwise strange individuals toward me. It’s an old family curse, set upon by unknown gypsy ancestors. It probably began as a family squabble that turned ugly. Whatever the reason, the mark remains. Each member of my family has a mark, but I believe that it changes depending upon the person under the sign; or maybe it just changes with age. Oh, and how’s this for crazy — the mark is invisible! You can’t see it, the folks who are drawn to it can’t even see it, and they don’t even know they are being drawn in by a curse. I do have an idea of what mine looks like, so if you’re curious, you can go here and check it out.