Cyclists. Joggers. Dog-Owners. Dog-haters. Religious Zealots. Stroller Gangs. Barbequers. The apparently not-so-rare Public Urinators and Defacators.(Whoa.)
This recent Brooklyn Papers article. says it all:
“If the park is increasingly a battleground, it’s no surprise, given how many different constituent groups — from runners to sunbathers, softball players to soft-ice-cream eaters — are using the emerald expanse … The arrival of wireless Internet access two weeks ago may mean the emergence of an entirely new user-group … A trip to the park on any day shows that Brooklynites are a territorial — and irritable — bunch.”
It’s Civil War in Prospect Park, which is laden with characters who just can’t seem to get along (or play Bob Dylan on their guitars without inducing earshot wide cringing).
Whose petition are you signing? Should there be off-leash kid hours? Can we put small dogs on the Hibachi and use religious pamphlets for charcoal? Work it out on the P-Heights message boards.