Good bye Danny Boy

No more water hammer The Battle of the Singing Pipes is over. While some people get to vacation, like sweetie in the Boundary Waters and my sister-in-law in Prague, I have chosen to occupy myself getting painting and essential stuff done. Naw no sour grapes just fact! One thing that has been bugging me for several months is the toilet downstairs singing after every flush. While it does define where people are at a particular time it is annoying as heck. If our sons were asleep in their bedrooms the mere flushing would rattle up into their rooms. Burgess has been doing the painting. See I got smart…he paints I garden…a win win. On with this however, he had to use the facility while painting the family room, so did I from time to time. I suspect he was driven to fix it because it was just as irritating to him as it was to everyone else. It appears that the valve that controls the incoming water was not turned on to a total open position. So no more Danny Boy!