Good Lord, Man! For me that would mean calling all my friends, and particularly my friends' sons, and I could carry the music stand.
Thanks for enjoying, guys. One thing about this elevator is that a small dumpster fits, and from there can traverse the hallways from one end of the building to the other. Where the dumpster won't go, a wheel barrow will, so any building or remodeling project involving materials hauling can be done on wheels. To complete the picture, the garage has a loading dock the height of a step van (and it so happens the height of my station wagon bed), and the building also has a loading dock for semis, so even the enormous Wolf commercial range can roll aboard.
Since the elevator broke, a lot of things have been carried up and down the stairs, and each time I thought, "Damn!" In Cliff's case, I was glad to see him and happy to help with his drums, but one pleasure was missing: there are - perhaps - bragging rights in having a lift in your home; but a non-working elevator is nothing to crow about.