Hmmm, yeah, alright, maybe you should indeed be ashamed to be a Baby Boomer, since you come across as having little-to-no regard for "traditional" (read, "warm-and-fuzzy") radio as we knew/loved it before consolidation screwed it up to the fare-thee-well state it's in today.
"Group W's not coming back", I believe you wrote in another post. I'll bet you're happy about that. Does it make you feel good?
Doesn't make me feel anything. I was a big WBZ fan as a kid (DeSuze, Maynard, Dunn, Landry, Bradley, Summer -- that was the lineup) and even though the station transitioned from Top 40 to MOR to news-talk, I would still listen and liked what I heard. WBZ had personality in spades. But as the Monkees sang, that was then, this is now. Radio is done differently -- music radio is about the music in long sweeps with as little human intervention as possible. Do I love it? No. But I accept that it's what today's IN THE MARKETABLE DEMOGRAPHIC listener wants to hear, and I'm not going to waste pixels, bits, electrons, whatever suggesting that something like two-decades-old branding would mean anything to that listener. A lot of Baby Boomers keep flaying that moribund equine on this forum and others, but Group W as a brand is about as likely to come back as Carl DeSuze, Dave Maynard and Ron Landry are, God rest their souls.
Would I start listening to CHR again if the presentation was like WBZ's in 1966, or WRKO's in 1969, or WVBF's in 1975? No, no, and no -- the music played on CHR stations today is torture to my ears. I wouldn't listen to it if Arnie Ginsburg himself was behind the mic. Today, my terrestrial radio listening is generally classic hits, classic rock, NPR and sports talk/play-by-play. I couldn't tell you the names of any of the jocks on the music stations I listen to, and I don't care who they are because they're only there to read promos and weather and whatever else is on the little cards. Like the modern CHR listener, I'm now in it strictly for the music and I'm not going to waste my time or yours moaning about how such and such a station ought to play eight or nine songs an hour with a DJ prattling on for three minutes at a time trying to be your best friend, no matter how much I loved that kind of radio back in the day.