Notice how I avoided the cliché?
Anyway, for the first time in 60 years, the birthday of Edgar Allan Poe has come and gone without a mysterious cloaked figure leaving roses and cognac at Poe’s grave in Baltimore.
Not that I’m a huge fan of Poe but I was always fascinated by this tradition and I am saddened to see it come to a possible end.
Personally, if the mysterious man decided to hang up his cloak I wouldn’t blame him. In recent years some people have tried to find out the true identity of the toaster when he made his visit to Poe’s grave.
Some mysteries deserve never to be revealed.