So I don't live out on the east coast anymore, or listen to any of the radio stations out there, but I still felt a pang of sadness when I read this:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A4390-2005Jan12.html HFS was a reminder of the latter days of college and the first years of independent adulthood for me, which I recall with fondness. Tonight's the weekly night to go out and grab a beer or two with coworkers and I'll be sure to tip one back for 'ol HFS.