NRPLUS MEMBER ARTICLE A t the inspiring/dispiriting conclusion/beginning of Merrily We Roll Along, the flop/classic 1981 Stephen Sondheim musical, three friends stand on a rooftop in upper Manhattan with awe and hope in their eyes as they watch the Sputnik rocket pass overhead. They sing a lilting paean to youth called “Our Time”:
It’s our time, breathe it in
Worlds to change and worlds to win
Our turn coming through
Me and you, man, me and you.