When I graduated from high school, my grandparents gave me a gift. It was this tripod. My grandfather passed the box toward me and, with a twinkle in his eye told me that someday, this would come in very handy. That I would need it." He was British and looked like Patrick Stewart (sort of, kind of, no he totally looked like Patrick Stewart or rather, Patrick Stewart looked like him). At any rate, at the time I think it confused me more than anything. "What was the purpose? Why would an opera singer need a tripod?" (and so on and so forth), but I'd never let it go.
This gift has made it up and down the eastern seaboard (two and a half times), and through a house fire. His name is Gunther and he's heavy as sin but, even in my studio, to this very day, I still use him.
Thank you Grandma and Grandpa. You always did know exactly what I needed.