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So it's nearly dusk, & I see this picture. I wait till the traffic light turns to red & scamper out to the center of Flatbush to shoot it. My autofocus goes wooh wooh wooh -- it panics -- & I'm trying to switch to manual, then actually compose & focus (I've forgotten which rings to turn). So the light changes back to green. Roaring, honking, screeching, shouting, cars are whizzing at me, by me. I'm going to die! I dodge hurtling SUVs & make it to the sidewalk. Hero photoblogger.
Seriously, that is the name of this store.
Available: Burnt Cow Face, Goat Head and of course blood is available (sign on door).
Flatbush Ave, near Church
Mom in the kitchen of the apartment where she grew up (I remember it too, from visiting Grandma Jeannette and Grandpa Sidney there).