Allston Puns

A number of years ago, we moved to Allston, Massachusetts, the world capital of hipsters. You know, hipsters, the folk who wouldn't be caught dead doing, wearing or listening to something conventional.

Allston is separated in two by Massachusetts Turnpike, a major interstate highway. To the south is Allston Village, to the north is Lower Allston. There's a bridge across the Pike, connecting the two.

After a year, I realized that the hipsters tend to inhabit Allston Village and rarely show up in Lower Allston.

After two years, I figured that it was the bridge that they couldn't cross.

After three years, it finally dawned on me why hipsters couldn't cross the Mass Pike.

Do you care to know why hipsters can't cross the Mass Pike?

Do you?

I'll tell you.

It's too mainstream.