Boomer Twilight

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No Bank Ever Gave Me a Poe Toaster

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There is this mysterious character in Baltimore dubbed Poe Toaster. Every January 19th, which is the anniversary of the birth of Edgar Allan Poe, some guy leaves three roses and well-branded cognac at Edgar’s grave. Nice tribute. Please leave barbecue pork rinds and Kettle One vodka in the field where my ashes will be strewn. Don’t forget napkins. Also, leave a DVD player for any movies I might want to watch in the hereafter.

I love Poe Toaster. What a cool idea. This started in 1949, has always been a media event, and the guy never dies. I’ll bet there are more than one. Probably an underground society of Poe Toasters plotting to take over the world and force us all to live under a swinging pendulum.

During my youth (I always dwell on that) Vincent Price was my hero. He was in all the Poe-based flicks. Vincent was scary. Everything I ever read or heard about him as a real person, is that he was a super nice fellow; the kind of guy who would fix your flat tire if he happened upon you in dire need. Go, Vincent! My kind of people. Nevertheless, he was freaky.

I find Edgar Allan Poe fascinating. In today’s world, he would be shunned. An opium eater, drunk most of the time, and sleeping in alleyways. Still, a gifted author. Don’t get me wrong, I love Eddie. And to this day, someone leaves a tribute at his grave. Live poetry.

It’s not a Baltimore thing. I just like him. E. A. Poe would have been viable in any city of the world. His talent is universal. Baltimore is honored to claim him as their own. One of his best characters, The Raven, became the local NFL franchise’s mascot. You can’t be given any better tribute than to have a billion dollar sports franchise named after a subject of your poem. Edgar lives on. I’m just glad they didn’t name the team “The Potters” because the logo on the helmet would be kind of lame.

In my travels, I often drive past the grave of Edgar Allan Poe. Sitting at the light, I glance over just to look. I never see anything sitting on the grave. So, I wonder. What happened to the cognac? You know someone is drinking it. Savoring the beverage left for Edgar. It’s good stuff. Well-liked by those who partake of cognac. Well? Who’s drinking it? Huh? Someone is. I think it warrants investigation.

With Love,

Bake My Fish

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Written by bakemyfish

January 19, 2008 at 7:55 pm

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  1. […] You Like Edgar Allan Poe? His birthday is coming No Bank Ever Gave Me A Poe Toaster « Boomer Twilight __________________ Boomer […]

  2. […] Posted by BakeMyFish His birthday is coming No Bank Ever Gave Me A Poe Toaster « Boomer Twilight Cool Blog. Edgar Allan Poe is a trip. Everything about him just seems to be ghostly. He was a […]

  3. The Poe Toaster made it to the grave again this year. http://www.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/bal-poetoaster0119,0,2772228.story

    If you ever get to Fells Point, go to The Horse You Came In On. It’s the last bar where Edgar was seen having drinks.

    bakemyfish

    January 23, 2009 at 2:38 am

  4. It’s worth noting in passing that Roger Corman directed all those E.A. Poe films starring Vincent Price. Apparently the two of them had a great working relationship.

    Harry Haller

    March 9, 2009 at 11:45 am


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