Every year on Poe's Birthday a mysterious man places a half drunken bottle of cognac and three roses on Poe's grave. Edgar Allen Poe was born in Boston on January 19, 1809. He died in Baltimore August 7, 1849.
From the Concord Monitor.
Today is the 200th anniversary of the birth of Edgar Allan Poe, master of the macabre and father of the detective story. Even two centuries later, Poe could have been describing one of his young readers, book in hand, when he wrote, "The beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst," in "The Telltale Heart." His stories are among those most frequently read aloud in living rooms and around campfires. They fascinate, thrill and trouble sleep, most of all because Poe's narrators, the voices that listeners identify with, are not the victims but the often mad murderers.
Baltimore's local paper could not be bothered to have a reporter write something for today. Yes they had articles over the weekend. But today a lame AP article.
