I recently heard that Bob Wilder died. Bummer. He was the best plumber I ever knew. And amazingly handsome. All the women in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, practically swooned when he pulled up in his van. I hired him to work on a spec house I was doing one time. Money was tight, of course. Bob told me not to use a cheap grade of stainless steel sink in the kitchen. I didn't listen. Four months later, I swear to Christ that I stood in the kitchen with a realtor and a potential buyer and almost cringed when the husband knocked with his knuckles on the side of the sink and it sounded like an empty turpentine can. The house eventually sold, but it took a while.