The Week That Was
Chronicling the past week via quick links and pithy commentary (we can’t wait to get to the beach edition).
We don’t know your name: Keohane has some problems with Boston’s refusal to move past Cheers.
Kevin Cullen cries for help: Our arms are always open to you, Kevin.
Speaking of connections: Here’s how Clark Rockefeller, Lenny DiNardo, Eddie Vedder, and the FBI are related.
Harvard is overrated: Radar magazine calls it as it sees it.
The prospectus, Will Leitch, and the Sox’s pitching woes: Say hello to Sports Monday.
We’re gonna have you surrendering like General Lee: Dunkin’ Donuts battles Krispy Kreme on its home turf.
We don’t wanna go inside! Matthew Reed Baker laments the end of summer’s outdoor cultural offerings.
Mitt Romney may be very happy a week from today: Reports say John McCain will announce his running mate on August 29, and that it might be our boy Mitt.
The $100,000 parking spot: A Boston Daily investigation.
Not only are we a blog, we also do recruiting work: We suggest a new gig for Albert Arroyo.
Let’s play a game: Disabled, not disabled.
Local businesses love the Beijing Olympics: Francis Storrs reveals why you’ll be hard-pressed to find a volleyball in this town.
Come back, Meryl Masterson: We plead with the Red Sox wife to put her blog back up.
Clancy is more famous than you: And other items of note from the townie papers.
Bottle of red, bottle of white: Sal DiMasi and Deval Patrick’s scenes from an Italian restaurant.
That’s all for this week. If you need us, we’ll be enjoying summer hours.