Recently Jim and the girls and I made the pilgrimage to Baltimore to the home of Edgar
Allen Poe. Grace is a huge fan and we had to go not only to his house
but to his grave as well. We drove by the house on our first pass and
mistook it for a place one might buy....well to be exact, crack. We finally realized we were in
the right place and we were buzzed in by the sole employee and I'm assuming founder
of the EAP museum. We were lucky that the man was not dressed as Poe, several
videos being shown on the premises let us know this was one of his
favorite pastimes. Other than him, I found this to be a little strange.
Where did they go? I suspect the Poe wanna be running the place may have taken them
to some laboratory to attempt to clone Poe. Alas, that is not to be as Poe lies here...
waiting for his birthday, when every year some mysterious person leaves a snifter of brandy and
a red rose on Poe's grave. Gee, I wonder who that could be. Well, at least
the Poe guy is following his passion and living his dream
We should all be so lucky!
2 comments:
I haven't been there in years, but a friend of mine and I went to the try and sit out one year and see if we could see the mysterious stranger. The biggest part of the adventure was circling around and around the neighborhood, following the signs that pointed to "POe House" but not easily finding it. It may be slightly different now, but at the time it was in a neighborhood where you didn't want to be rolling down the windows and yelling "Hey, where's the Poe House?" to the locals.
Oh Keith, it is still in that neighborhood! I thought that we may be arrested for trying to buy crack as we were trolling the streets so slowly in our giant red mini van looking for Poe's abode!
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