Every line I enter into my computer about the Hub is also part of a love story, because like a parent in the 1950s (or today, I guess) attempting to rationalize smacking their kids, I truly love the objects of my animosity. Oftentimes, it hurts me more than it hurts Boston to level such relentless criticism.
BNN
VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL: ‘TIL DEATH DO US PART
It goes without saying that this a seriously subjective roundup, compiled by our brain trust and the interjectors who barged into our discussions at the coffee shops and bars where our list blossomed.
TOO LEGIT TO QUIT: THE HUB’S UNLICENSED RADIO STATIONS SPIN THEIR WHEELS IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY
For people who are just starting in the Commonwealth, unlicensed frequencies offer programming that can’t be found elsewhere on the dial.