Orangeburg is pretty horrifying when it collapses. We caught ours before it actually did because our nextdoor neighbor had hers collapse. Turns out all the houses in this neighborhood have it, so the street has been dug up repeatedly over the last decade. At this point, no one can sell a house in this town without proving that the sewer line isn't Orangeburg.

I think we paid about $9000 for the replacement.

I'm kind of impressed because the big cast iron pipes inside our 1951 house only lasted about 5 years longer than the Orangeburg did. Which kind of makes the Orangeburg less ludicrous. Except...

At any rate, you have my sympathies on the Orangeburg.