After the donuts in Reading Terminal, we headed to one of homes where Edgar Allen Poe lived during his time in the city. I'm a big fan of Poe and no one responded negatively to the idea of a visit so I planned it accordingly.
We arrived to see Paul taking photos of Travis. We were coaching him on the proper expression one should have on one's face when posing in front of Poe.
We had Jenica model the proper expression. And if you're ever bored around Jenica, just shout out an expression and she'll be happy to model it for you.
The home is not furnished unlike the one in the Bronx but it gives a very nice idea of what his life was like with his wife and mother-in-law.
Paul, Emily, Jared and Debbie enjoying the backyard.
We had to go outside to get to the cellar which we were informed probably gave Poe the idea for a location in his famous story "The Black Cat."
"One day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into the
cellar of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit.
The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me
headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and
forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed
my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have
proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. But this blow
was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded, by the interference,
into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp
and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without
We all appreciated the cat left there for us.