“What am I doing here?”
That was my first thought as I shuffled past burial vaults stacked up to 20 bodies deep in a dusty brick corridor beneath a church in downtown Baltimore.
When most people picture the grave of Edgar Allan Poe, the American writer known for “The Raven” and other dark tales that haunt hearts, they might imagine something windswept and remote: a lonely hill, a raven-black sky, a cemetery crawling with ivy and spiders, far, far away from the warm-blooded…