Or, the rooftop as friend-magnet


If "friends" are what you call people who just want to mooch off your rooftop, especially if it has a pool. 

Coincidentally, there’s a story in today’s WaPo about the social climbing side of private outdoor spaces in urban areas, and it’s not a pretty picture.  See, in this world your goal is to progress from rooftop to rooftop pool to in-ground pool with grill and finally arrive at belonging "to a country club in Chantilly.  It has a pool, horseshoes and a snack bar.  The life."  (Chantilly’s a wealthy exurb of D.C.)

While I totally get feeling desperate to be outdoors when the weather’s nice, to everything else in this story can I just say: Ick!


  1. This post reminded me of a John Cheever short story called “The Swimmer” which I found on the internet and re-read this afternoon. Thanks!

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