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"When this cold world starts getting me down," writes New York
songwriter Carole King, "and people are much too much for me to face, I
climb right up to the top of the stair, and all my troubles rise right
into space—up on the roof." The roof, for New Yorkers, has always been
both a refuge and a gathering place. Nicknamed "tar beach" by sun
bathers, it also fostered such games as kite flying, the dangerous game
of rooftop tag, and the sport of pigeon flying.
1978: Tar beach, midtown Manhattan
(Photo copyright ©1978 Martha Cooper/City Lore)
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Taken from City Play, copyright ©1990. Used with
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