Brooklyn Borough Hall in Downtown Brooklyn was originally Brooklyn City Hall. Construction began in 1834 and “Brooklyn’s new City Hall opened its doors in the spring of 1849, although the building really wasn’t completed until the end of the 1860s.” After Brooklyn was incorporated into New York City in 1898, City Hall became Borough Hall. According to a history article, there was a movement to demolish Borough Hall in the 1920s. The land for the former City Hall had been given to Brooklyn by Hezekiah Pierrepont (Brooklyn Heights still has a Pierrepont Street). Pierrepont added a provision to ensure that the land would be used for its intended purpose, I quote from Brownstoner:

The deeds and old records were dusted off, and it was revealed that Hezekiah Pierrepont was a crafty planner. The deed to the triangular property, which included both the building and the small park in front of it, had conditions attached to the gifted land. Pierrepont stipulated that no matter what the city wanted to do, no building other than a city hall could be erected on the site. If they violated that, the land could revert to the Pierrepont estate. Borough Hall was there to stay.

I tip my hat to Pierrepont for the good planning. While recent Borough Presidents have had an unfortunate tendency of making Borough Hall tacky with their de facto campaign banners, it is a nice building and monument to Brooklyn’s history. Now if only we could raise the Soviet-style Kings County Supreme Court building which casts a shadow over the whole plaza.

[Source: Suzanne Spellen for Brownstoner]

Over on The New Leaf Journal, I wrote about (with photos and a GIF) being treated to an unexpected fireworks show on September 14, 2024, while sitting on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade with a friend. We left the Promenade about an hour after the fireworks show. I should say we almost left because just as we were almost in the clear, I realized that I was missing my BLUPOND Knight Vision Driving Glasses, which I reviewed on The New Leaf Journal all the way back in 2021. We retraced our steps and eventually found the glasses on the bench we had seen the fireworks from. All’s well that ends well.

I was walking in Brooklyn Heights (I think it was Brooklyn Heights, but it could have been Cobble Hill) when I saw a pear on the sidewalk. This was unusual. You do not see too many pears on sidewalks in New York City. I looked up and found the source of the pear.

Photo taken in Brooklyn Heights. We see a tree with a the Sun coming through the leaves. The tree is growing a decent number of pears.
I apologize profusely for the pun.

But what is important here is not the pear. It is the pun.

(I am assuming that this is a pear tree. It would be neat if it was quince tree given my prior writings on the subject of quinces in New York City.)