When I need a plumber, I’ve got one handy
The first chilly day of the year, I heard scary banging in the basement. It was the boiler. I walked upstairs and woke my husband. “Honey, there’s banging in the basement,” I said. “You’ve got a guy,” he responded, half-asleep. My husband, you see, is a master plumber. When someone desperately needs a plumber or an electrician or another skilled tradesperson, they want “a guy” who could also be female. Craig padded downstairs and quickly saw that it was the gas valve. He tapped it on and off a few times with the wrench and quiet returned. Plumbers make a good ...