I have never tolerated poor quality. I have held onto this belief for as long as I can remember. When I was a young boy, I had a fascination for all manner of things well crafted by human hands. I had a particular interest in antique furniture and was profoundly impressed that a wooden structure could endure the everyday stresses of so many years and still function. It was obvious to me that none of the new furniture that my parents owned in my childhood home was built to the same high standard, as the older pieces I admired so much.