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February 2008 Issue


A Wintry Blast

It hit with a fury that’s impossible to forget. But 30 years later, those who lived through the monster nor’easter of 1978 remember something else about that storm: While Bostonians were digging out from the mountains of snow, they were also having a surprisingly good time.

How the Moultons Made Peace with the War

Seth Moulton’s G.I. Joe looks, Harvard degree, and courageous Marine service would make most parents proud. His own needed a little help coming to terms with the warrior they’ve raised.

King Sal

He’s drawn heat for defying Governor Deval Patrick and taking his sweet time with reforms. Get to know the guy behind the mustache, though, and you learn this: Our speaker of the House has always done things his own way. And now that he’s made himself the most powerful man in the state, he just wants people to play by his rules.

The Harbor Towers’ Towering Contradictions

A bitter feud over a looming $75.6 million repair job is just the latest strife to befall the Harbor Towers, where the best-in-the-city views come with seemingly endless maintenance headaches, cutthroat internecine politics, and the occasional randy neighbor. The Bostonians who are proud to call the buildings home wouldn’t have things any other way.


The Man Who Would Save the Economy

For over a decade, Richard Field’s system for helping hospitals shore up their books has languished without takers. Now it just might hold the fix for Wall Street’s scary credit crisis.

The Love Techs

Match.com has Dr. Phil. The former math geeks behind Cambridge’s OkCupid think they have something much better: the formula for finally taking all the sketchiness out of online dating.

Headlines of the Damned

The Herald‘s latest death rattles are enough to make you imagine a city without its preeminent fear-mongerer—a terrifying thought, indeed.



Dining Out: Losing Something in the Translation

Toscano’s new owners have reinvented it as a clubby Beacon Hill magnet for the power set. Too bad some of its trademark authentic Italian flavors didn’t make the cut.