For baseball fans across North America, April conjures images of Opening Day, fresh green grass, bunting on the grandstands, and October glory. For me, as a Pittsburgh Pirates fan, April conjures images of disastrous flooding.
I have a modest shore home that I close for the winter, and I love April because that’s when I open it for the season. But there’s also a sense of dread as I pray that the winter cold didn’t burst my pipes. This year, my pipes had a leak that, had it gone undetected, could have flooded my place.
Anyone who knows me would scoff if I claimed to have fixed this leak myself.