Buy a Crane

 The church burned.  No one was hurt, but the roof had caved in the area above the crypt for the Bishops.  A 15-foot statue of St. Anne remained atop the roof, but the area around it had been compromised and the statue had to be removed.  Bill owned a rigging company.  He volunteered to do the job.  Scully, then just an officer, was assigned the detail by his Chief. "There's gonna be a lot of emotional people there and I need someone I can count on."  A crowd of almost 400 people, all pretty emotional, had gathered to watch.  Bill lowered himself onto the two-square-foot patch of good roof near the base of the statue.  He loosened all 18 bolts, then hooked the strap around the arm and gave the spiraling finger signal to hoist away.  As the statue cleared the bolts, he looked down at Scully and gave a salute.  Scully took his hat off and placed it over his badge.  A cadre of photographers didn't miss the opportunity and Scully immediately went 1972's version of viral.

Bill died only a few years later.  A crane loaded onto his semi-trailer had shifted as he navigated a sharp on-ramp to the interstate.  He was impaled.  Scully eventually became Chief.

Yesterday I made a macaroni and cheese.  I don't even really like macaroni and cheese.