Visiting Poe’s Grave
Yesterday I went to Baltimore to visit Edgar Allan Poe’s grave. It was the third date for with Doc, who told me his favorite thing about my online dating profile was that I said I spent a lot of time wondering why life couldn’t be more like a nineteenth century novel. Doc brought a flask of whiskey and I brought a book of Poe’s poems. We drank the whiskey–and poured some for Poe, too–and I read “Annabel Lee.” Pretty good third date.