Crap! Does this mean we have six more weeks of winter? Ah, wait a minute. Perhaps I'm confusing the Poe mourner (who failed to cast a shadow today) with the legendary rodent in northwestern Pennsylvania. In any event, I shall have a small glass of (generic) Amontillado as I toast both Poe and his absent friend (and you, Frank, because you shared this news story).
I swear I didn't kidnap the Poe Toaster. Or at least, you can't prove that I did.
My lips are sealed, Ed.