I called the plumber because there’s an immediacy to plumbing; and I’m old enough to know that it’s best for me not to touch pipes. To each his own trade.
The company sent Vadim, the head guy, and Alex, the helper. The problem was the last bit of copper tubing in our Long Island house. Long Island water has a way of eating green holes along runs of copper tubing, mainly on domestic-water lines, and we had been spending the last few years banishing it from our house and replacing it with PEX. This, of course, was expensive, but not as expensive as having to replace the ceilings and kitchen cabinets every few years. This time, it was the 30-year-old copper that fed our washing machine on the second floor.