This email comes courtesy of R.C.:
Hey Miss Heather
Thought you may like a little play by play of what the heck is happening out my window at this very moment.
Its 3:47 am.. and I was awaken by something that sounded like gun shots out my front window.
I was quickly shaken out of my bed and my thought was gun shots???? But why. Then I remembered instantly, OH PRODUCTION LOUNGE!
Sure enough, a small commotion was brewing outside.. people moving around quickly and fighting or trying to get away inside the “amazing bar” that has fallen upon our neighborhood. I noticed someone locking the door and keeping its patrons inside the bar, not letting anyone out. I instantly thought this is not going to be good. Cops show up, not with lights on nor sirens , about 5 cars and the place starts to flood out… cops direct the flow of people that were all exiting the bar away from Kent street direction and back towards Greenpoint Avenue on Franklin.
I thought I was dreaming when I heard “the shots” but I obviously was not when the presence of cops showed up outside my home ( I live on the same block as this shit den of a bar)Â and started to filter the lovely patrons of “P-LO” as I like to call this humble establishment away.
Its 3:53 now and the block is barricaded by cruisers on either side of this block on Franklin. From what I heard to what is now happening outside seems like yes maybe they were shots fired but no arrests or heavy breakouts resumed. Some people did run awayÂ at the moment I started watching and taping (yes I captured footage of this on my mini HD camera) this incident at the P-LO But now the block is barricaded by 10 or so cops…
The cops are now walking around the block with flashlights looking for something?? gun shot shells maybe?
What ever this is going on we need to close this place down for good! It’s revolting and not what Franklin Street is about.
I guess its officially a crime scene when police tape is surrounding the entrances to the blockÂ on either end now.
A few cops are walking back and forth the block..flashlight in hand.
Cops walking around still. nothing seems to be urgent. talking on and off with who I think is one of the owners of this place.
Let us hope that this is the end of this place. But I fear it wont be…
The P-Lo needs to go!!!
So just thought I would let you know about whats happening and ask you how the heck do we shut down this HELLHOLE that has plagued our quiet hood.
This isn’t the only email I got on the subject of this shooting either. Tony writes:
i heard 6 gunshots last night at 2:30 am from my place on Kent street.
i called 911. didn’t venture outside. NYPD just called me and asked if i had any other info.
they said a woman got shot on the corner of Kent Street & Franklin but that she’s going to be okay.
this is fucked up.
I can hardly wait to see how they spin this one at the next 94th Precinct Community Council Meeting.
Photographer’s (my) Note: This is 158 Franklin Street. The bullet that penetrated the front door managed to go through a second door in the interior of this domicile and lodged itself in a wall. I have it on good intelligence that bullets managed to find their way to the second floor of this residence as well. One destroyed a hat hanging on a rack (better the hat than the wearer, I suppose). It should also be noted that the owner of this house just finished renovating it from top to bottom. Now it has a few bullet holes to give it that “gritty” “urban” feel.
UPDATE: Apparently this matter has found its way onto Yelp;
While this place has been drawing my snarky ire since it opened for myriad reasons (laughable decor, seeming utter distain for the idea of a unified neighborhood fabric, loud, raucous club nights exhibiting contemptible taste levels vis-Ã -vis music, general waft of sadness and desperation, etc., etc.), I always considered it unfortunate joke that would be quickly and deservedly shuttered. But last night things took a much more serious turn…
You can read the rest by clicking here.* (A special thanks goes out to Greenpointless for bringing this to my attention.)
*NO YOU CAN’T: Yelp has pulled the posts.
From Manhattan Avenue.
Earlier this week the Mister asked me what I want to do for Valentine’s Day. I told him (in all seriousness) I wanted to go bowling— and so we are. I have told my friends about this and they think it is hilarious. I, on the other hand, fail to see what the big deal is and therein lies the rub.
For wont of another way of putting it I am not the most warm, fuzzy and sentimental gal to be found. Sloppy protestations of love and bouquets of flowers— at the very best— will confuse me. More likely than not I’ll get very suspicious and think you trying to pull something over on me. That’s just the way I am and at this point I seriously doubt I am going to change. So be it. After a few misfires the Mister has learned this.
No mushy stuff necessary or cheesy cards, thanks. I not only don’t want ’em but I don’t need ’em: reading someone else’s billets doux is a hell of a lot more fun. Some of you might remember (and if you do are probably doing your utmost to forget) the recent cache of naughty foot fetish goodness I found at the junk shop a couple weeks ago. Well, I have some very good new (for me, anyway): now I have a some letters to go with them! Having trouble expressing yourself to your lady love this Valentine’s Day? Why not take a few tips from these guys? You’ll be certain to get her attention— and possibly a restraining order too!
V-Day Tip #1: Always make sure your letter is neat and legible.
V-Day Tip #2: Use the phrase ROYAL TOE JAM.
If you follow these directions you might get a doggy biscuit!
Remember the movie Sleepless In Seattle? God, I hated that film. Well, here’s its little known (and infinitely more fun) sequel. It is called Naked On My Knees In Queens.
After reading this a few questions come to mind:
- Why don’t I get mail like this?
- Why does every man who comes a courtin’ claim he is “very good looking”? God has made plenty of room in this world for dog shit ugly. Oh has he ever. Don’t believe me? Then I would like to humbly suggestion you take a long hard look at Aerosmith nowadays. Any questions?
I know at least one person out there reading this is a musician. Would you please start a bad (or at the very least write a song) called “White Trash Doormat”? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEZE.
Of course there is something to be said about just being upfront and to the point.
In keeping with the spirit of Valetine’s Day here are a few shots taken from none other than the Garden Spot of the Universe. Enjoy!
This lovely assortment of roses come from the A.J. Farm Market at 1014 Manhattan Avenue.
As many of you know this is also Presidents Day weekend. So why not do what the owners of T & N Wine and Liquor did and combine motifs?
Nothing washes down a box of chocolate (or nine) like a tall frosty one!
Valentine’s Day meets Chinese New Year on Herbert Street.
Now this is what I call a teddy bear!
Someone is loved on Morgan Avenue.
Yeah, I know this isn’t from Greenpoint per se. But I like it and what’s more it makes a great finisher for this post. So there!
I can think of no better way to kick off Valentine’s Day than this shot of one of New York’s Bravest from Greenpoint’s very own Ladder 106 picking out a bouquet for his sweetie. Too. Cute. For. Words.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I received the tip about this one courtesy of xdoobiex, who writes:
we have made the big time… it was supposed to be the cross county bank, but i guess times are bad. maybe cross county can move into wamu, or maybe the 99 can move back into it.
You know, he might be onto something here.
Filed under: Williamsburg
When I looked up and saw this delightful apartment entrance on Driggs Avenue I swooned. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live in a place called “Novelty Court”?* In any case they don’t build ’em like this anymore.
*Well, probably not Frank Serpico for starters (see comments).
Presented for your Friday afternoon entertainment: a selection of wheels from the Garden Spot and beyond. Enjoy!
This Fred T. Sanford special hails from Calyer Street.
If this gent’s defensive driving skills are anything like his ability to parallel park it would certainly explain all the “boo boos” gracing his ride.
I pity the fool who is paying $1,500+ a month for this studio apartment!
North 12th Street goes south of the border.
Some food for thought from Manhattan Avenue.
Everthing is coming up roses on Noble Street.
Thames Street prefers hogs.
Greenpoint gangstas prefer Volkswagens. Lest you are wondering a solitary rose was gracing its bud vase— even tough guys like flowers!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This one pretty much speaks for itself, folks.
In other related news it would appear their upstairs neighbor, The Cee Flat, has moved their live drawing sessions to Friday evenings (for those of you keeping track, that’s today).
Tuesday Friday nights, 7:00 – 11:00 p.m.
The Cee Flat
988 Manhattan Avenue (second floor)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
This Orwellian (if unsullied by spell check) missive hails from the intersection of Jefferson Street and Wyckoff Avenue.
Where, as it would happen, a rather nifty mural is located…
and goldfish roam the mean streets.
C’est Le Bushwique, baby!