QUOTH THE STRANGER, "WHAT KIND OF A HORSE**** CALL IS THAT, BLUE?"

January 19, and thus time for the annual ritual in Baltimore:

Undeterred by controversy, a mysterious visitor paid his annual tribute at the grave of Edgar Allan Poe early Saturday, placing three red roses and a half-filled bottle of cognac before stealing away into the darkness.

My money's on the mysterious stranger being Earl Weaver.