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.