One of the wonderful things about this neighborhood for my generation of gentrifiers was that at some point, a few years after we'd all done our Cokies runs and Stinger nights and treks up to the Verb to be served a peanut butter and jelly sandwich by the aforementioned Kyp, some of us actually started having kids. And Zebulon was the place we took our kids. Besides being a period "hotspot" for music and art, it was a community center for many of us. A place to watch the World Cup, the Euros, the French Open... a place we could have a child's birthday party or a baby shower that was thankfully a good-time-for-the-parents as well. Joce, Jef and Guillaume helped alchemize our own changing dynamic. And now as the dynamic changes around us again we can only hope against the odds we find a place with as much soul and culture to help us teach our kids how to enjoy themselves through music and community which can span the generations. A magical place run by people with love.
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