Friends — It’s Mrs. Fink. I greet you with an open but broken heart for this open thread. As you now know, my husband is gone, that thread is over for me in a sense. In another thread – more ongoing – my husband instilled the joys, quirks, and camaraderie that being a Brooklyn Heights resident entailed. He wanted to raise our child here, and despite the circumstances, given his passion, it’s something Young Fink and I will try to do. Today have joy in your neighborhood – rejoice in familiar faces; the chicken at JTH; pasta at Sociale; fish and chips and Red’s loving scowl at Custom House; a good blow out at Diva Salon. Find comfort in the crazy dude you pass every morning, the expensive cup of coffee, the odd celebrity (come on, we all dig it!). Also – keep fighting. Helicopter noise? Say something. Parking? Pffft. PS8? Seriously, people, let’s work on that and I hope to see you at a meeting, because you won’t shut me up. Let’s live up to Homer this week, ok? Be generous, over-tip, smile like a madman. Young Fink and I thank you. Homer thanks you.
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