Too Late for a Party

The apartment building that my father built is 63 years old. I lived in one of the units for ten years, and the property is still owned by my mother.

Through all that time I've never been to the roof. One of the reasons is moderate acrophobia. Dad used to balance a ladder precariously on a ledge in the back, then climb to the top. He never asked me to join him, and I certainly didn't offer.

Last month my brother hired a construction company to make sure the roof was sealed before the rainy season started. It looks sturdy now, and the view is nice.

If there was a safe way to climb to the top, we could add guard rails and have a party up there.