The object of the captain's desire was the front end (grill, headlights and whatever else adorns the front-end of late model T-Birds) of a car which had, I believe, working/blinking headlights and was hung on the wall of someone's room. With precision and quickness, the front end was removed through the front window of the house onto a roof, where it was passed down under cover of darkness to aiders/abettors below and into the waiting get-away car.

That front end made it back to South Bend, where it remained for the better part of three years. We laughed, we cried, we drank some more.