On the cusp of Bedford-Stuyvesant and Clinton Hill, hiding in plain sight on Atlantic Avenue is Frank White. Basically, a newborn in the ‘hood Frank White is five-months-old and as George Clinton said, “Gainin’ on ya!”

I am voraciously reading everything I can about Maine Anders and the more I read the more I feel the need to prepare myself for an act of nature.

“Their personality is in it. You won’t get two that are the same. It’s a huge source of pride. I’ve never met a person who didn’t have an amazing amount of pride in their headwraps. It taught me a lot about how I leave the house now…”

Less than forty-eight hours ago, a friend and I were lamenting the loss of the hood candy store. I don’t know if that was just a Brooklyn and Queens thing, but growing up the penny candy store was the truth.

“My parents always taught me it’s best to share what you know or it dies with you. It’s important that I step out of myself a lot of the time, step out of my studio and give back to the community…”