Another one of the problems with being a senior citizen is that you never know where things are. You know you have one, but now that you need it, it is nowhere to be found.
I know I have a perfectly good camera tripod. It stands tall and strong and has a tilt top, and I have no idea where I left it. I am so sure that I cannot find it that I had to go and get ANOTHER.
The best thing about this old folks home where I live is its location. Every thing you could need is within two blocks. I can take my five mile per hour scooter to the Mall or Market, shop, and be back within thirty minutes.
I scootered first to the drug store. No tripods. Then through the Mall looking for the camera store. Gone. Shoe stores, book stores, and camera stores are gone from the Mall. Wal*Mart, Target, and Cost-co have forced the camera stores, shoe stores out of business, and a huge Barnes and Noble nearby brought the demise of the independent book sellers.
Sears remains, hanging on somehow. The huge store is still there filled with tons of merchandise of all sorts, while a few customers wander around the piles of goods, looking for the lone salesperson or two. How can they stay in business like that? Anyhow I found the camera department and s high school senior who was clerking found me.
I had my choice of two tripods, either one costing $19. One was a light weight fold up pod in a plastic bubble package, and the other was a huge, boxed, mammoth sturdy camera platform capable of holding one of Ansel Adams enormous glass plate view cameras...on sale. The big one was a tremendous bargain. CBS could have used it to hold a studio Iconoscope. Since I had no need for the great one, I bought the lesser, passing on the bargain of the day.
I scooted home and got back, as I say, within half an hour. Incredible.
Now, if you will excuse me, I know I am going to have to do battle with getting the tripod out of the miserable bubble plastic packaging.