Every January 19th for the past 57 years a mysterious man in a black cloak has brought three roses and a bottle of cognac to the grave of Edgar Allen Poe. Each year the intrigue has grown.
It was thought a few years ago that the original man in the cloak passed away and someone else took up the tradition, but nobody knows for certain. It’s also unknown why this mysterious man does this.
I like it that way.
Last night the man was mobbed by people who climbed the fences and ran wild through the cemetary. The man in the cloak remained unmolested, but I have to wonder if he will return next year.
Why is that people cannot allow a mystery to be a mystery?