It was on my fourth trip back to the hardware store in as many hours when I realized I may as well start moonlighting. I’m sure the cashier assumed I was a professional, after all, by the amount of solder wire, flux and copper pipe I had purchased.

Truth is, Leora and my humble abode has needed quite a few plumbing-related repairs in the last year, and forget about finding a plumber to do the job in an acceptable amount of time. In August, a pipe in a bathroom wall sprung a leak, and with hunting seasons around the corner, I knew calling a professional was in order to save my marriage.



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