It’s Summer, 1996. We’re touring
abandoned poultry plant in Salem, Massachusetts.
The locals call it One Chicken Place.
Pete’s crawling through rubble, plucked
and...well...some chicken #@&!. He thinks out loud:
“A little elbow grease, a dab of paint…and we’ll
have our studio.”
Jaws drop into the feathers. “Are you
It can’t be done.” A month of aches and
pains later, Flat Rock Creative is alive and clucking.
In some ways, it’s the same today as
it was back then.
Where others might see chicken #@&!…
we see cordon bleu.