Around January I was installing a security system in an older gentleman's house. My parents knew him but I'd never met him before. In a downstairs room he had a shelf the length of an entire wall that was filled with cameras. There were all kinds, an old Minox, a Zeiss folder, a couple of Nikons, some old 70's rangefinders, a Weston Master III, a 2x3 Crown Graphic, a Rolleiflex, and a whole bunch of other things. I ended up talking to him for a while after I explained that I had picked up film photography the previous year and he told me how he used to help shooting weddings in high school and that he and his girlfriend (who later became his wife) had helped pay for college by doing table shots at fraternity/sorority formals with the Crown Graphic and selling the prints. He said that he had used all the cameras at one point or another, he even still had his very first camera, a Baby Brownie.
Fast forward to yesterday. In the middle of January my wife and I took new jobs and moved away from my home town and had come back to visit my parents for Thanksgiving. There is a message on the answering machine from the gentleman asking for me to call him if I'm in town that he remembers I was interested in B&W photography and he has something to give me. When I arrived at his house he presented me with his Rolleiflex 2.8. I tried to explain to him that the camera was still worth quite a lot of money but he insisted that I take it and he'd rather give it to someone who would use it than sell it to a stranger. He also asked if there was anything else I might use but I couldn't bring myself to ask for anything more than he already given me. I thanked him profusely and told him I'd send him prints if I took any good pictures.
I'm still a little shocked by what just happened and thought I'd share the story. Definitely a Thanksgiving to remember.