My father was given a pocket-watch as a graduation present by his father way back when in the 60s sometime. I doubt it was "the Rolex of pocket watches" but it would have been expensive for their socio-economic status.
The watch was stolen by a fellow grad student in a semi-private part of the university library during my father's time in grad school. He has related this story several times, and as a result I am generally pretty careful not to leave "invitations to borrow" anything halfways worthwhile, including pens.
Be there or be square. Only I can do both!
I've got a cat named Beefeater and a dog named Beefeater, and two goldfish called Beefeater and Beefeater. There's Beefeater my hamster and Beefeater my horse, and my piglet, known as Beefeater of course.
Veteran of the Great Irisch Moos Campaign of 2008-09