Two hundred years ago, in Boston, Massachusetts, Edgar Allan Poe was born on this date. His work is still being read, and the great debate about what city should claim him rages on, thanks mainly to the Philly Poe Guy. Poe gave form to the detective story, wrote some memorable verse, led an interesting (and troubled) life, and died an interesting death. I visited the Poe grave in Baltimore last fall, and put a penny on the stone as so many have done before.
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