“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,” Chuck(Pictured) was trying to get the lines down for his E. A. Poe recitation in his high school drama class, but his older sister was outside of his room loudly demanding that he finish mowing the lawn. Finally, in frustration he shouted so loud it sounded like a squawk, “NEVERMORE…..”
When the Ravens (not the football guys) met to discuss Edgar Allan Poe, the conversation was going to be quite predictable and end with “Quoth the raven, Nevermore . . .”
After his wife booked a nature hiking vacation in Arizona in the Sonoran desert in August (An un-researched eBay deal, cheap and now he understood why) and this year a rustic Alaskan vacation in February, all he could say when she started talking about Africa or India was “Nevermore!”
