![]() ![]() Aiden had hired local restaurants and food trucks to feed the crowds for the neighborhood’s first ever block party. Neighbors and business owners spilled out onto the sidewalks, ready for the festivities to begin. There was a lively jazz band playing on the restaurant’s patio, and the street was roped off with one big, red ribbon. In just over a year, the little strip of street in Brooklyn had gone from ignored and dilapidated to rejuvenated. “Well, obviously you won’t be as revered as me. “You mean like Saint Franchesca?” he teased. “A grocer, a coffee shop, a sandwich place, a tiny brewery, and a small business development center open all on one day? You’re going down in neighborhood history.” ![]() ![]() “I’m pretty impressed with us,” she said eyeing the street. It’s not every wife who can talk her husband into buying her a city block.” “Just feeling a little extra lucky today.” If it weren’t for his panty-dropping face of perfection, he could almost pass for a normal human being. He’d left his trademark suits home today and wore jeans and a simple white button down. “A big ribbon-cutting calls for big scissors,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “Those are ridiculous,” Frankie insisted, pointing at the oversized shears Aiden held in his hand. ![]() Aiden Kilbourn and Frankie Baranski revitalize entire city blockĪiden Kilbourn’s wife wears Target dress to ribbon cuttingĪiden Kilbourn’s wife chokes on sausage at inaugural event ![]()
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