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The Toaster
This is a long but fascinating article. It begins:
This is a long but fascinating article. It begins:
This may be familiar to our American friends, but it was new to me.BALTIMORE - The annual winter ritual requires the stealth of a cat burglar, an iron will and the tacit complicity of an entire city.
In the middle of a January night, for the last 53 years, a man cloaked in black has crept into a deserted graveyard in a gritty section of downtown Baltimore and raised a birthday toast to Edgar Allan Poe.
Like a character from one of Poe's dark tales, the man then vanishes, leaving behind a half-empty bottle of cognac, three roses and an occasional note — but not a clue as to who he is.
It's a quiet show of respect, as charming as it is mysterious — which might explain why no one has ever exposed the anonymous visitor. Unlike other traditions, there are no reporters, photographers or TV crews, and no throngs of well-wishers as the man makes his pilgrimage in the wee hours of Jan. 19.
"No one wants to ruin such a beautiful, graceful tradition," says Jeff Jerome, director of the Poe House and Museum. "People realize that it is something unique and special. If we know who the guy is, the mystery is gone — it's ruined."
Every year on Poe's birthday, which begins at midnight Saturday, Jerome and a small group of Poe enthusiasts spend the night tucked away inside nearby Westminster Hall, a former Presbyterian church, rapt with excitement, waiting for the visitor.