In his celebrated 1845 poem "The Raven," Edgar Allen Poe calls the raven a "thing of evil." The bird is a bad omen that tortures the speaker by answering all his questions with a haunting, "Nevermore." It's hard to think of the raven without conjuring Poe's dark and ominous specter.
Jill Reynolds is 45 but feels like a kid again, dangling from a tree branch 40 feet up the 150-foot English elm that dwarfs her South Washington Street home.
