Bartel-Pritchard Square

in honor of saint patrick’s day and a bit o’blarney, today i write about a wee little rotary at the edge of the irish enclave, windsor terrace.
in ireland every rock has a story and perhaps every story has a rock.
that said, i am uncertain as to the logic of calling a circle a square. perhaps the pixies bedeviled the enactors, the erectors and the name inspectors.
from the circle, a magical doorway to prospect park is visible. the circle has seen much history. it is a war memorial named for emil bartel and william pritchard, both killed in world war I.
on a lighter note it’s edges have been touched by countless saint patrick’s day and brooklyn pride parade marchers. if connecting the green and the rainbow, perhaps a leprechaun has buried a pot of gold where the twain shall meet.