Once upon a midnight dreary, someone left three roses and a half-bottle of cognac on Edgar Allan Poe’s Baltimore grave on his birthday.
Poe’s 201st birthday is here, but that mysterious visitor -- who always came before sunrise -- never showed. Could this be a tradition nevermore?
Perhaps the visitor just got stuck in traffic (you know how backed up I-95 can get these days). Perhaps he’s sick with swine flu. Or perhaps he just had better things to do.
Poe himself won’t care too much about the snub. He’s been dead for more than 160 years. His biggest fans, though, may feel more than just a little burned. Some traveled from as far away as Illinois and Texas for the big event.
