Where were you this past Sunday? Let me guess. Parked in front of the big-screen with a handful of friends, a few cases of beer and some chips and bean dip (or if you're really elite, a veggie tray). The hubby and I were busy hunting down a cheap-ass copy of Edgar Allen Poe's collected works, after a night of being bombarded by bizarre renditions of The Raven, Eldorado, The Telltale Heart and other classics.
We scored a handsomely-bound anthology from the clearance racks at the Borders
