So I’m moving, from Williamsburg to Prospect Heights. The new neighbourhood bar that I will be able to call my own is Franklin Park–a big open space with picnic tables and good beer. I am pleased. On my first trip there the other night after picking up keys, I noticed this plaque in the concrete floor. Home!
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hey! i was in franklin park for the first time just a couple weeks ago! that place is excellent. my friend frampton helped throw a tish james booster party there.
congrats on the new digs!