This is how I got bit by the bug a few years back. Stopped by a junk shop to kill some time and saw a beautiful Fisher Ambassador. The cabinet caught my eye as I was into woodworking. The lady showed me that it didn't work (we didn,t leave it on long enough for the tubes to warm up) and said she would take 20 bucks. I got the heavy thing home and before scrapping it for the wood remembered the tv's from when I was a kid had to warm up. I turned it on and watched in amazement as the tuning eye started to glow a wonderful blue-green. Then the music, the wonderful, beautiful music. I had become so conditioned to junk, I nearly cried! Well, I dug out the old album collection and put on Johny Cash at Folsom. The old shure stylus was worn and the Dual took a while to get a grip on the idler but it played great. About a year later I noticed some red foam undrneath and traced it to the surrounds. Now I was bitten by the (I can make it sound even better bug). I took the speaker sections completely appart and cut new boards to accomodate some vintage Altec 12's and some large seeburg horns (ahh the horn bugs bite is sweet). Tossed in some niffty EV adjustable crossovers, freshened up the dual with a V15 III, and installed fresh new mullards. I think of all the REAL gear I have bought and worked on in the past couple years, this old Fisher console is nearest and dearest. I listen to it almost everyday. It stands proudly at the end of the Kitchen behind the head of the tables chair. Thanks for letting me re-live this story by typing it here. Jay