It’s been quiet around these parts lately, thanks to a nightmarish deadline, mechanical woes of the automotive variety, and some crazy drama over at The Paper. A Sox series in Baltimore this weekend certainly won’t help propagate posts, either.
I have five free minutes now, though, and that’s more than enough to command you all to spend some filthy lucre on the new issue of Boston magazine. I’ve got a rundown of the most morbid town-gown battle you’re ever likely to find. It’s got neighborhood politics, bones, and billions of dollars of development caught betwixt the two. All that, plus the same fancy-ass glossy pages you’ve come to demand with your news. What more could you want? Oh, that’s right – nothing.
Sold already? Then you might be the kind of impulsive, malleable Bostonian Joe Keohane is looking for. He’s promising to throw the full weight of his column behind anybody who’s dumb enough to take a run at this guy. And, in case you didn’t already know, his column’s pretty heavy. So that’s no empty offer.
One other shameless plug to toss out: Emily Sweeney, she of NESPJ fame, and Billy Baker, the man who managed to go tie shopping at Filene’s Basement with the Mayor when others (ahem) had tried and failed, have compiled a basket of dusty rhetoric that will be of interest to anyone for whom this is of interest.
Well look at that. Your afternoon’s full already.
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