tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148048131502110089.post587952004408322774..comments2024-02-08T03:37:01.136-06:00Comments on Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout: National Poetry Month—Edgar Lee Masters—Three Poems on Clarence DarrowPatrick Murfinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191688376908660270noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148048131502110089.post-12368101399301393382013-04-20T12:20:53.903-05:002013-04-20T12:20:53.903-05:00Some family friends once lived next door to the Ed...Some family friends once lived next door to the Edgar Lee Masters Home, back in the mid-1960s. It was a small, c. 1890s, white frame house on a corner lot, a couple of blocks up the hill from the Peterburg town square. A small, generic "historic site" sign pointed visitors to the home, which looked somewhat neglected . . peeling paint, a weathered porch, dusty windows, overgrown flower beds. The place was rarely open to visitors, but a tattered sign in the window listed a phone number to call. I asked the neighors if they'd ever been inside, and they said no, they didn't know the guy, but "there's always people going over there and looking in the windows. Guess he's not home much anymore." Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05519474922911783592noreply@blogger.com