Neato, Maine!
Burke's Restaurant is still going strong by the way, although I've never actually been there. I just think "that's mommy's sink restaurant" when I pass it, which is about three times a week.
One category of my recurring dreams is bathroom-fixture malfunctions and mishaps, and this overlaps with another category, which is being caught with my pants down in a bathroom. For example, I'll be looking for a bathroom stall that has a locking door and a decently clean toilet -- stall after stall, maybe wandering into another, less frequently used part of the bathroom, perhaps, in search of a toilet. I'll find one, whip down my pants and get ready to do my business, when suddenly the stall walls fall away, or I realize I made a mistake and the toilet is in the middle of a sales floor in a department store, or it's in a MEN'S room. I can't stay there on the toilet, but I can get up because my pants are down! This happens over and over again. Occasionally I decide to take a bath or shower, and something similar happens. And fixtures that won't turn off -- like I decide to draw a bath for myself in a house that isn't mine, and I come back to the bathroom and the water is about to crest over the lip of the tub --- total horror.
By the way I hope y'all realized that telling sinks mishaps is my way of saying I'm staying. I don't have a lot, but I have my dreams, memories, reflections.