Douglas Franks seems to be selling about every fourth house in Staten Island.
Founded in 1907, it's not to be confused with the massive synagogue of the same name in Manhattan.
The city's been trying to get rid of these often overlooked alarm boxes for years, but the courts have yet to cooperate. (Although, as we've seen, plenty of boxes have in fact been abandoned.)
That's a '38 Plymouth in the driveway and a '53 Mercury on the street.
The stone here is actually diabase, not granite, but I guess the two are easy to confuse. Either that, or none of the 19th-century residents of the area wanted to live in a place called Diabaseville. The quarry is now officially a park, and is on its way to looking like one.
Staten Island is generally considered the least pedestrian-friendly borough, but those traveling by foot do enjoy at least one advantage over larger vehicles here: we are regularly provided with cute little crossings to carry us over the streams that remain unbridged for automotive traffic.
