I didn't make it over to the park to check out the Secret Service action yesterday afternoon in Prospect Park, but watched from our window on the southern perimeter as two impressive presidential choppers descended past the treeline to land on the ballfields.
The entire park was originally announced as closed (prompting Green-Wood Cemetery to extend an invitation to joggers to exert themselves among the dead for the afternoon), but apparently it was a less than total lock-down. A friend reported that dozens thronged the cordoned-off landing area; our friends at the Ditmas Park Corner blog have more coverage of the "historic visit."
After his pep talk to kids at an innovative high school in Crown Heights (where with astounding originality he was reported to have declared Brooklyn even "cooler" than when he briefly lived here after college), Obama paid an obligatory visit to Junior's, the overrated tourist deli, for a cheesecake run. He reportedly got the plain, which is still good, but also the glob-encrusted vile strawberry, alas. He was shadowed (literally) by the mayor-all-but-elect, De Blasio; but where was Marty, our Clown Prince? I didn't see him capering about; maybe De Blasio's flunkies had him duct-taped to a chair in Borough Hall?