When Jim Kennedy uses his big backhoe, a crowd usually gathers. He's an artist, you see. 

At Bud McFarland's place the other day, he was there to install Bud's new septic tank. This was to be a massive septic tank.  Now and then Jim would just do something to show off his skill. At one point, when Jim's backhoe cut through a buried tree root, there was about a foot-long section of root lying alone at the bottom of the hole.

"Hey Jim," Bud yelled at Jim, good-naturedly, "firewood!"

Jim grinned and reached his long steel arm down into the hole, gently picking up just the one piece of wood, lifting it out of the hole, and delivering it to Bud's outstretched hand as though it were the crown jewels.

As we watched, Jim lifted the massive concrete vault of the septic tank and placed it gently in the hole. Then his helper hooked a chain to the septic tank lid and Jim lifted this into the air and swung it over the hole. But instead of lowering it, Jim stopped the machine in mid stride and hollered at the new septic tank owner.

"Hey Bud!" he yelled, "Got any bodies you want to hide?"

The perfect place for a murder victim. Agatha Christie didn't even come up with that one.

You have to admire professionalism wherever you may find it.