Street names don't get more "late capitalism" than this.

Edgar Allan Poe's old dorm is now a shrine to the author's legacy.

This beautiful vintage movie palace has seen little change in form or function since the 1920s.

Memorial stone for GWAR vocalist, depicted in his iconic costume.

Within this lovely Richmond cemetery lie the remains of famous Virginians and some of Edgar Allan Poe's most beloved family and friends.

This museum devoted to the gothic author holds such interesting ephemera as his socks and walking stick.

Wedged between two sets of row houses is an awkwardly located family graveyard.

Once a thriving business district, this former shopping area is now an urban ghost town in the heart of the city.

It’s not hard to see why the historic Peabody Conservatory of Music’s library has been described as a “cathedral of books.”

This simple convenience store sits on the location where the Ouija board was named—and has a plaque to prove it.

The site where Poe “in great distress, and ... in need of immediate assistance” likely died.

Once America's tallest structure, now a Baltimore landmark.

Baltimore's classic clock tower was once topped by a rotating, 20-ton medicine bottle.

A faded sign from the 1920s remembers Baltimore's resistance toward banning alcohol.

London’s first road overpass is so old that it was originally built for horse-drawn carriages.

The trials and tribulations of marking Poe’s grave.

A portal into the bricked up canal that runs through the heart of Washington D.C.

Through the decades, Black music stars have performed at this historic hub for music and the arts.

Before Nixon, "watergate" meant canals.

A much-maligned monument to teetotalism.

Disks are rolled out onto the south lawn to absorb the impact of Marine One's wheels like giant coffee coasters.

A line of blue paint marks the route of the inaugural parade.

Legend has it that President Grant’s frequent drinking in the lobby gave rise to the term “lobbyist.”

The story behind this beloved toy—named for Theodore Roosevelt and owned by his grandson—is more complicated than you might guess.