A Poe-tic Tribute

I heard my first Edgar Allen Poe story when I was just 12. My seventh-grade Social Studies teacher read "The Tell-Tale Heart" with a sinister glee that sent chills up my spine. We also learned all the state capitals and the definition of communism that year, but the Poe was way more fun.

Today is Poe's birthday. Did you know there is a man who leaves cognac and roses on Poe's grave every year on this date? It's been happening for 58 years -- starting with the 100th anniversay of Poe's birth.

People gather to try to catch a glimpse of the "Poe Toaster." I just think that's so cool.

Thanks to Kathleen for the link!