Barb's Burblings

The scenic parts of Baltimore

Last night my mom called and asked about the trip Mike and I took to the Edgar Allan Poe House in Baltimore (which, by the way, I highly recommend, if only for the awesomely bad video they have playing there of local news clips and a Poe reenactor; also for the painting of his wife--painted after she was dead).

Mom: How was the Poe House?
Barb: Cool! But first we went to a cemetery. Guess who's buried in Baltimore!
Mom: Um...Poe?
Barb: Well, yes. We went there later. But someone else!
Mom: I don't know. Who?
Barb: John Wilkes Booth!
Mom: Cool!

And that was genuine. She was excited for me. And that is why my mom is awesome.

And I would also like to point out that when we were at Booth's grave, other people came up to look. I'm not the only crazy out there. This also points out how wrong Sondheim was in Assassins, when the Balladeer says about Booth that "But traitors just get jeers and boos, not visits to their graves." Ha! Though I should possibly point out that Booth doesn't have a headstone or anything; he's just listed on the family marker.