Brooklyn 1962
Rooftop Thoughts:
Billy Snr
When I get home I’m tired and beat. That’s why I come up here.
Up here, up on the roof where the air is fresh and sweet.
Up here it’s as quiet as Brooklyn gets.
A man can drop his shoulders and take a deep breath and let his mind roam free.
Last week I was forty four years old. Forty Four!
My folks married in ’17. A War wedding.
Dad said to Mom, ‘I won’t wait. The world won’t wait. Let’s get married now!’
I hop they had a sweet time in the short time they had together.
Dad never made it home from France. Never made it home.
Two things in life I’d like to do.
Take Kathleen and Mom with me to lay some flowers and say a prayer at Dad’s grave.
And see Billy Boy and Maureen go to College and make something of themselves.
Oh, and if I could turn back the hands of time I’d love to see The Dodgers play one more time at Ebbets Field.
One more Lucky and I’ll go back down.
Maureen (16)
Up here, up on the roof, the stars put on a show for free.
Which is just as well ’cause Mom and Dad ain’t exactly giving me a free pass to see any of the shows I’d like to see at The Fox or The Paramount.
They’d keep me out too late and I might meet the ‘wrong sort of boy’.
Of course anyone outside an apostle is the wrong sort of boy.
And, Jimmy would definitely be the wrong sort of boy.
Strike One – He ain’t Catholic.
Strike Two – He’s 21 and that according to them is way too old for me.
Strike Three – He’s a College Boy with too much money and not enough sense.
But, oh but, but, but Jimmy dances like a dream, he makes me laugh and he makes me feel like no one ever knew me before he met me.
I won’t be able to see him for two whole days.
So I come up here on the roof and turn the dial on the radio to WINS and when ‘Will you still love me tomorrow’ comes on I know that he will be singing along too just a few blocks away.
And the stars above are our stars and it’s our show.
Billy Boy (14)
Up here, Up on the roof you’re immune from all that rat race noise down in the street.
Two places in the world where I can be myself and let my thoughts roam free.
This rooftop and The Central Library.
You go in through those Bronze doors and you feel you are somebody and they got a million books.
A million books!
You read a book like ‘Catcher in the Rye’, ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’ or ‘The Invisible Man’ and pretty soon you know that there’s a whole lot more to the world than a Brooklyn tenement.
I never had any interest in Baseball even when Dad took me to see The Dodgers play at Ebbets Field.
But, I liked it being just me and him together and I liked the names – Campanella, Snider, Reece, Robinson, Koufax.
Up here, up on the roof looking up at the stars I feel like I’m going to write my own stories one day.
Kathleen (35)
Up here, up on the roof it can seem as if my cares just drift right into space.
Thinking of Bill, Maureen and Billy Boy if only I could just wish and make their worlds trouble free.
I was only 16 when I met Bill. And he was all of 21.
He said I made him laugh and that when I danced with him for the first time he felt more alive than ever before.
And, he ain’t been anything but sweet to me since the day we met.
He misses the Dad he never knew.
Maybe I can persuade him to take that trip to France – what else are savings for?
Kathleen has grown up so fast. She’s almost as mature as she thinks she is.
Bill wants to shield her from the wicked world. I guess that’s Dad’s and Daughters.
Maybe it’s time we invited that boy round. You never know Bill might take to him.
Maureen says he’s a lifelong Dodgers fan.
And, Billy Boy. He’s so quiet. His nose never out of a book.
Other Moms got to worry about their boys and gangs.
All I got to worry about is how much time he spends at The Central Library!
Maybe I should encourage him to write stories of his own.
Somehow up here, up on the roof I feel everything is going to turn out all right.
Up here. Up on the roof.
In 1962 Carole King and Gerry Goffin, one of the greatest partnerships in songwriting history wrote, ‘Up on the Roof’ a song which, to this day, seems to whisper enchantments in the New York night air.
The recording by The Drifters with Rudy Lewis’ magical lead vocal is the very definition of romantic uptown Rhythm and Blues.
Such a song will always be sung.
For Carol’s enticing melody and for Gerry’s heartfelt, heart stirring lyric.
Carol and James Taylor provide contrasting meditations on a theme before the inimitable Laura Nyro lifts our hearts and souls into the empyrean beyond.
Right into space where it’s peaceful as can be.
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