Folk artist Malvine Reynolds wrote a powerfully poignant piece in 1959 titled The Faucets Are Dripping. While my problem was not nearly as severe as the bleak, dystopian place in her song, one verse did apply to my situation:
There's a wild streak of green in the sink in the kitchen,
It comes from the rill trickling out of the plumbing,
The streams from the mountains, the pools from the lea,
All run from my faucet and down to the sea.
It was almost that bad.
Something had to be done.
I was pleased to see a number of highly rated plumbers in the area, so I selected one with a five star rating: Nicchio & Sons.
Lou came out, assessed the situation, and advised me that I needed a new sink-- the old one was cracked--fixing the existing problem would be feckless.
So we set up a new date and time for him to come install the new sink, which I would meanwhile select and purchase.
Lou came back at the appointed time and did all the necessary work to install the sink in a clean and efficient way. He did an excellent job.
Lou was punctual to both appointments, was professional and business-like, but was also friendly. We talked about home (New York for him, Miami for me), North Carolina, the weather, football, and the impending return to school (I am a teacher).
If you need a plumber, I recommend Nicchio & Sons.
And I hope your problem is not as severe as the one in The Faucets Are Dripping. Here are the lyrics if you are interested:
The faucets are dripping in old New York City,
The faucets are dripping and oh, what a pity,
The reservoir's drying because it's supplying
The faucets that drip in New York.
You can't ask the landlord to put in a washer,
He'd rather you move than to put in a washer,
The faucets are dripping, they sound in my ears,
The tap in the bathroom's been running for years.
There's a wild streak of green in the sink in the kitchen,
It comes from the rill trickling out of the plumbing,
The streams from the mountains, the pools from the lea,
All run from my faucet and down to the sea.
You can't ask the landlord to put in a washer,
You can't ask the landlord to mend the old stairs,
He takes in the rents and he lives in Miami,
Where faucets don't drip and there's sun everywheres.
The faucets are dripping, the landlord's content.
With every new tenant he raises the rent,
The buildings can crumble, the tenants can cry,
There's a shortage of housing, you'll live there or die.
They're building some buildings and fine city centers,
It's sure working hard on the low-income renters,
They're jammed into rooms with the rat and the fly
Where the faucets all drip and the floor's never dry.
