Thanks, Bob! A toast to Poe with (what else?) a glass of amontillado!

I had the opportunity, on a trip to Baltimore's Inner Harbor some years back, to view Poe's grave (it as one of my priorities on that, my first visit to Baltimore...I've been back many more times since, most notably to see the Yankees get single-handedly beat by Cal Ripken at Camden Yards, and also to the Babe Ruth Museum...but I digress hi Faldage!)...when I came upon the gravesite in the car, I swore I saw a black caped figure scurrying away from the cemetery behind the church, but since the ritual happens at night I chalked it up to coincidence and imagination...but it was Poe's birthday (or the day before), and, lo and behold, when I viewed the grave there were the roses and bottle of cognac as I'd always heard! I was so moved I even wrote a poem about the experience. So thanks for the Poe post, Bob!...and for rekindling some of my Baltimore memories.