What worth waiting for? Beers?

Oh, Eric Eric Eric.*  So many times since I wrote my post parodying (and yet not) Reagan with his "Mr. Gorbachov, tear down this wall" shtick, fellow bloggers have written to ask, "Did Eric respond?  What did he say?  It's about time he really acknowledged the blogger community!" And so on and so forth.

But no, nothing. 

The latest entry on The Pour is about beer, for Chrissakes.  Beer.  As if I gave a rat's ass, as they say in Philly, about suds.  (Philly also gave us "yo" but that's another article.)

Come on, Eric.  We love ya though we are but bloggers crying in the wilderness...

* My only son is named Eric so I'm used to repeating his name in a litany of heartbreak.  The ingrate kid comes in handy now and then.