Calling the Plumber

When roots are replaced by cash transactions

The night before the Blizzard of 2024 we sprang a leak. I walked into a puddle on our kitchen floor. Briefly, I hoped it was snowballs from the defrosting Bernadoodle or a maybe stray ice cube. But no, the puddle led to the kitchen sink. I opened the cabinet to find more water. I pulled out the little bucket with sponges and cleaners, the fly swatters, …