When I was a kid, our toilets backed up. The block where we lived in Elmhurst had a lot of big trees and their roots would get into the sewer pipes and cause our plumbing to clog.
My dad never called a plumber during my entire childhood—EVER.
He’d head off to rent a Roto Rooter so he could clean the pipes out himself.
Well, not exactly himself. My brother and sister and I were his helpers.
The access to the pipe that connected from our house to the sewer system on the street was … [Read more...] about Roto Rooters