Twisted Vagabondage Tale From Rhode Island

I am all about atmosphere. As an occasional believer in the paranormal, if not exactly a “Ghost Buster” or a “Van Helsing,” I found it fascinating that gritty film-noir New York managed to magnetically draw two dedicated masters of the macabre, Edgar Allan Poe and Howard Phillips Lovecraft, to write here for a spell.

Like literary Ray Bradbury, both writers represented real “belle lettres” rather than shameless schlock. There is a restaurant that I’m fond of in Manhattan’s “Nolita,” on Bo...