Unrelated:
Years ago, we lived about 1/2 a mile away from our nearest neighbor, "Miss Martha." She was 200 years old and lived in the house she was born in. (Not a VERY big exaggeration.) Martha always flew a flag, putting it up every morning and taking it down every evening. One day, her rope came off the pully right at the top. I couldn't find any way to get it back on and the pole didn't come down and my ladder wasn't near long enough and...
A week later, and electric crew was driving by and noticed her flag wasn't up. "Miss Martha, can we fix it for you?"
Only took a moment with their big bucket lift!