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I found this sink on Butler Place while walking to the farmer's market on Sunday.
This second sink has been bugging me for a while. It's chained like a dog to the front of a brownstone a block away from my apartment.
I'm obsessed: who has a kitchen big enough for these sinks . . . why is someone on Butler throwing their sink away, while someone a block away is chaining their old sink down, hanging on for dear life, as if someone could lift the thing if they wanted to . . . then there's this Craigslister I linked to from Apartment Therapy:Kitchen who tore out their big old kitchen and is selling it on Craig's, while wondering if they should be keeping it.