For decades, a hooded man has left cognac and roses at the grave of Edgar Allen Poe each January 19, thus marking the macabre writer's birthday. In 1993, the visitor left a note that read, "The torch will be passed." And passed it was, apparently to the visitor's sons. All we know about them is that they've mucked up a tradition with lame notes they leave behind. This year, we learn that they are anti-French louts who cannot proofread. Listen carefully: I think I hear Poe rolling down there.