Say it ain’t so.
Luckily there are enough discrepancies in Mr. Porpora’s story to keep the legend going a little while longer.
I may have to get serious about going to Baltimore this January.
Say it ain’t so.
Luckily there are enough discrepancies in Mr. Porpora’s story to keep the legend going a little while longer.
I may have to get serious about going to Baltimore this January.
Decades-old mystery: Who visits Poe’s grave?:
Before I was a “crime blogger” I was a “dark poet”, and there was none darker than Edgar Allan Poe. And once again, as I do every year, I missed my chance to go to Baltimore to witness the mystery man who leaves roses and a bottle of cognac on Poe’s grave each year for Poe’s birthday.
No one knows who he is or how he gets into the graveyard. However, it seems I probably missed my last opportunity to do so because assclowns are starting to ruin it for everybody…
Some of the 25 spectators drawn to a tiny, locked graveyard in downtown Baltimore for the ceremony climbed over the walls of the site and were “running all over the place trying to find out how the guy gets in,” according to Jeff Jerome, the most faithful viewer of the event.
Jerome, curator of the Poe House and Museum, said early Thursday he had to chase people out of the graveyard, fearing they would interfere with the mystery visitor’s ceremony.
“In letting people know about this tribute, I’ve been contributing to these people’s desire to catch this guy,” Jerome said. “It’s such a touching tribute, and it’s been disrupted by the actions of a few people trying to interfere and expose this guy.”
Is this the last we’ll hear of the Poe Toaster? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.
Mystery fan marks Poe’s birthday:
Dammit. I missed it again. One of these days I’m going to get to Baltimore to see the Poe Toaster. I am glad that I didn’t go this year. It sounds like a couple of assclowns can’t play by the rules. For one day out of the year, this guy (or guys) get to be Batman, Darkman, and The Crow all into one. Respect the guy’s wishes and family tradition. Let him pass. Don’t try to reveal his identity. There are not a whole lot of mysteries left in the world. Leave this one alone.
Man Reluctantly Leaves French Cognac To Toast Poe:
Dammit to hell. I missed it again. One of these years, hopefully before I die, I will go to Poe’s grave to see the mysterious stranger.
Baltimore: The mystery of the ‘Poe Toaster’:
That settles it. Next year I’m going to Baltimore. It’s a good thing Poe died in January. How lame would it be if this happened in July?