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A solitary birthday toast to Edgar Allan Poe [US]:

Continuing a 54-year tradition, the man, whose identity remains unknown, put his hand on Poe's tombstone, bowed, placed three red roses and a half-empty bottle of Martel cognac on the grave and then silently slipped back into the shadows.

[via Paperback Writer]

This entry was posted by Ivy on Friday, June 17, 2005 at 4:30 PM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.

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At 10:19 AM,

Bill Hooker replied:

Happens every year. Wish I'd thought of the "Poe Toaster" gag.

At 7:40 PM,

Ivy replied:

Yep, it's a good 'un.

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