From the Jail Schwartz Memorial Library here in the wilds of Connecticut, this is obscure

season two, Frankenstein.

I am your host, your friend, Irlever, literary mans planer in chief and very soon to be

a Georgianologist.

Michael Ian Black recently returned from Sabana, Sanne Sabana, in my head it sounds like

Havana, so there was like a Cuban thing happening in my head, it was, it was a fun moment

in my skull.

Not, I was going to say not as fun in Savannah, but Savannah was fun, but it was an interesting

trip down south of the Mason Dixon line, with my beautiful bride Martha, we went to visit

our home, we're having some work done on it, and so we were going to be there for what

two, like two and a half days, two and a half days, yeah, something like that.

And day one was somewhat frightful because we showed up at our haunted mansion, and

I don't know if it's haunted, but I think I may start referring to it as the haunted

mansion.

We showed up at the haunted mansion and met with our painter, Selvin, who was very enthusiastically

telling us all the things wrong with the house, and that was frightful.

He was focused mostly on all the painting he had to do, and all the, all the lead paint

and the things he had to scrape and all this and that, and there were guys there, and

it was taken longer than he expected, and he was going to have to charge us more and blah,

blah, blah, blah, blah, very, incidentally, very nice guy.

I didn't feel like he was railroading me at all.

But then we, you know, we were seeing it for the first time, all cleared out, you know,

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