Ed in action on Nantasket Beach. Those in doubt were inside cooking rice and beans.

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I found niece Maggie staring at a peak of Chef Boyardee cans at Stop & Shop. She was in some nostalgic revery of choice. I pointed out that a life mystery for me was the constituents of the the meatballs in “Spaghetti & Meatballs”. She thought the mystery lay in the raviolis.
Then, I picked up a can to look at the label. One glance reminded me of Michael Pollan’s Food Rules. One rule says something along the lines of, “if your third grader can not read the label don’t eat it.”

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I am still not exactly sure what ramp is. But, there will be a Ramp Fest here in Hudson on April 30th. Foodies run amuck.
According to Wikipedia ramp is Allium tricoccum. And further, we are not the first to have a Ramp fest.
Monday 3/14 arrived with Dave and Steve digging again. Today brought a bit of good luck to this drama. The Orangeburg pipe that had looked so flattened out became almost completely round about two feet from the barn. This means that a successful connection can be made between the new plastic pipe and this older pipe.
It was decided, after further consultation with Mike Meyers, aka the Boss, that two clean outs would be installed. One headed up towards the house and the second angled towards the street. A nice assembly was concocted to assist in the transition from the six inch pipe to the 4 inch Orangeburg.
Within 30 minutes the pipes were in place and all of the hubless Neoprene couplings snugged up. Ready to fill in the trench.


Dave got busy with the mini backhoe.
Now we are waiting for Spring. The big pile will settle over time and as the soil becomes dryer we will rake out the backyard. Just in time for tulips.
Woke up Monday 3/7 without heat or hot water in the middle of what the weather forecasters called a “wintry mix” that was all rain and very much a downpour. A visit to the basement did not get further than opening the bulkhead doors to reveal two to three feet of water down there. A call to George Ihlenburg, our plumber, brought his assistant, Pat, to our door a bit later. By the time he showed up we had ventured to Lowe’s to buy a pump which was squirting away. Pat brought his plumber’s strength pump to speed up the process.

By the end of the day Pat had repaired the boiler and hot water heater and discovered that the floor drain that connects with the sewer line was backing water up into the basement. The roof drain, also connected to the sewer, had produced most of the water, since it too could not get around the blockage in the sewer line.
On Tuesday, after a bit of rooting about with various power weapons, George and Pat announced that the blockage was “35 feet” down the line under the backyard.
On their recommendation, we made contact with Meyer’s Contracting. This brought a mini backhoe to our landlocked backyard on Wednesday.

After breaking through the 8 inches or so of frozen topsoil, a hole was dug down four feet or more. Then it was widened laterally to find the sewer pipe. This fairly quickly brought success with the sound of metal hitting the top of the clay pipe.
A couple of sharp taps with a hammer created a hole through which a snake could be introduced. Shoving the snake down the pipe about four feet brought it up against the blockage, undoubtedly tree roots from the neighbor’s Norway maple. Some further sharp back and forths opened the pipe partially. Water gushed down with a satisfying sucking sound.
This ended the third day on an optimistic note that a bit further excavation and some replacement plastic pipe with a clean out set for future attacks against tree root blockages was all that would be required.
Thursday brought a forecast of heavy rain. Nevertheless our two workers showed up and began digging again. Then, really bad news. Turns out that back in the ’50s or ’60s repairs had been made with Orangeburg pipe.

This bitumen impregnated paper pipe was introduced as a cheap replacement for clay pipes at the beginning of the 20th century and became the norm during the post WWII building boom. But, it has proven to be less than durable. Ours is brittle and partly flattened. See the image to the left from some one else’s misadventures with this material.
So, our current strategy is to dig as close to the barn as possible and see whether the pipe shifts back to clay or becomes less ovoid so that a connection can be formed with a plastic pipe. The ugly problem is that the pipe continues under the barn’s concrete floor out to the street. The thought of having to cut through 4 inches or more of concrete to replace the Orangeburg is making the bank account groan.
The rain arrived after a couple of hours and a temporary pipe was put in place to bridge the gap between the clay and Orangeburg pipes. The saga will continue on Monday,.
