
It's on the way home--well, sort of--and since Wolf/Ritz closed their Loop location, it's the most convenient location for me to go to for burning my CDs and getting my photography blown up for those occasions when I actually make a sale. (In this economy, those occasions are fewer and farther between than they used to be, but I still have a couple of friends whose apartments contain virtual galleries of my work.)
You'd think one of the greatest American writers would merit something more than a truncated, jagged afterthought--Poe Street runs barely a full block and occupies space that would otherwise be an alley--and other famous writers like Dickens and Shakespeare have proper sidestreets bearing their names.
I suppose, however, that it's better than not being remembered at all.
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