Oh, for the love of cheese. It's not as if "EaBo" saves even a single syllable from "Eastie." Besides, EaBo sounds too much like Tae Bo, so I can't help but think of Billy Blanks sweating on a video when I hear it. And Billy Blanks sweating is not really an image I find it necessary to envision in the course of an average day, although maybe that's just me. (Me = A non-hip but extremely content East Boston resident who prefers not to exercise in front of sweaty people on TV.)

I can feel the Starbucks waiting--lurking stealtily in the shadows, sharpening it's claws. Nothing can save us now--Evil summoned by a single contraction. ;-