Anonymity isn't a bad thing

A few ruffians tried to spoil the mystique for everyone today, when they tried to uncover the identity of the Poe Toaster. Every year on the 19th of January, Edgar Allen Poe’s birthday, the mystery toaster brings a bottle of French cognac and three roses. The toaster leaves the flowers and the half full bottle on the grave marker. On rare occasions a note is also left. This tradition has occurred every year for 57 years.

Can’t people enjoy the mystery? Can’t they watch the tradition from a far and celebrate the secrecy? We always have to know, don’t we? I swear, fear and loathing of anonymity is a national plague.

Hooligans, leave the toaster alone. Relish the delicious spookiness of the tenebrious ceremony and how it honors the American herald of goth.