Yesterday, for the 57th time, a devoted fan of Edgar Allen Poe has commemorated Poe's birthday by leaving roses & cognac at the writer's grave ...inside a locked cemetary at the corner of Fayette & Greene in Baltimore
...while 25 on-lookers tried to catch a glimpse of the mysterious figure.
11 comments:
oooh creepy. Quoth the raven, they'll discover him, "Nevermore" (sorry that's the best I could come up with this morning, pretty sad I know)
The mysterious figure didn't leave any "tell tale" signs.
That's wild. And clever comments here.
*sneaks away having nothing clever to contribute*
Maybe we should ask Lenore ;-)
as an outsider of America :) has that happened before? Is it every year? I haven´t heart about that
*surprside she leaves*
Cube,nah, Lenore was out all night with her friend Annabelle Lee, they were hanging out at the new trendy bar, "The Pit and the Pendulum", so their alibi is air tight.
Oh, man, that's so incredibly creepy.
You would have to imagine that the tradition has been passed between friends or family memmbers, rather than it being the same individual for 57 years. That would be my guess.
What a glorious gesture though; wonderfully poetic.
One suspect known only as Usher tried to flee the scene, but fell in front of his house ;-)
caz: I suspect the caretaker of the cemetary knows more than he is letting on. The torch must have passed on to another person after 57 years.
I suspect that cognac is delevered whenever Mr Poe rings the bell for service...
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