I’m only a passing fan of Edgar Allan Poe. Of course who doesn’t enjoy The Raven but Poe was the author of one of my favorite stories of all time, The Cask of Amontillado.
What I’m more of a fan of is the tradition of the mysterious figure clad in black who would leave roses and brandy at the grave of Poe on his birthday. A tradition that some say not only goes back to the 1930s but has possibly spanned through generations of the Poe Toaster’s family.
Now it seems that the tradition is now as dead as Poe and just as shrouded in mystery as the tortured author’s death.
For the third year in a row, the mysterious figure has not left his traditional tribute on Poe’s grave.
In past years some less than scrupulous people have tried to discern the man’s identity and that may have killed the tradition outright. As I’ve said in previous years some things should just remain mysteries.
Now the official attendees of the annual tradition have said they are calling off their annual pilgrimage to Baltimore after this year.
I always wanted to attend but it seems like this dream for me will remain unfulfilled.
And yes I finally gave in to using the ‘Nevermore’ cliché.