NOBODY SWEPT the roof when I was a child in Jacksonville, Florida, certainly not my father who never showed any interest in home maintenance.
He focused on just three things: whisky, poetry and my mother, not necessarily in that order, but maybe.
It’s a good thing the Florida roof required no maintenance from my father. He likely would have stumbled off anyway. The flat roof was asphalt and gravel.
You don’t put a man focused on whisky and poetry atop a roof with no railings.
Years later, I bought my first house. That was 1986 in Houston, Texas. My second ex-wife still lives there, but let us not digress toward matrimonial horror. The roof was a gritty, sheet material that resembled glorified tar paper.
For mostly the same reasons that my father ignored his roof, I ignored mine, though I never paid attention to poetry.
And now I’m in just the third home of my life that isn’t a rental. The roof is concrete, and it has a gentle incline so it doesn’t collect water in the rainy season.
The only maintenance I give it is a yearly sweep, and I did that today, which inspired this information going your way.
While up there, via the circular staircase, I also wiped down the glass rods on the solar water heater. And I admired the view, which is spectacular, and I took this photo.
The roof is on its own until next year.