How many times have I asked myself, “Where can a girl get a good glass of wine around here?!” since I’ve been an adult in Franklin? The limit does not exist, but has drastically reduced in recent years. 

Every August, before school begins, my extended family meets in downtown Franklin for ice cream. We get our cups and cones and walk up one side of Main Street, down the other and around the square, window shopping the closed boutiques and reading messages etched into the bricks (ours is in f…