Ask a layman on the street to name the parts of a guitar, and you're likely to hear "head," "neck," "body" and "strings." A guitarist may be a little more savvy; he's likely to throw out "pickguard," "pick-up," "bridge," and "fingerboard." But you could probably re-string a harp in the time it takes him to get to "saddle." Saddles are so necessary that they're simply overlooked when everybody's gawking at flamed woods and three-tone finishes and lipstick-tubed squeal-increasing wired-in-series yadda yadda yadda.
We're finishing saddle-making in Mr. Vincent's section this week, which means it's crunch time. I had this one prepared this morning and ready to grade, and it did well (after I replaced the broken string, naturally). We were going to move on to neck-resets class after lunch, and, with one saddle still due, I had three hours of hasty work to do.
You can ask people what the best pieces of furniture they own are, and they may bring up antique dressers or Grandma's dining-room table. But ask them what they use the most, and they'll almost always pick one chair or another. Much like saddles, chairs are so essential and unassuming that we rarely appreciate them for all they do. But, in the end, it's about where you sit.