I knew John in the late 60's and early 70's when he flew. He built a set of speakers, including the cases, for my husband and me, sometime in the early 70's! I remember that he came to our apartment and set them up for us. As he left, he drawled in that classic NOLA accent......" Well, you guys gonna' have the loudest most un-distorted music on the planet!" He was so sweet and unassuming....really innocent, in a way. One day, when I was VERY pregnant, in the summer of 1973, he came to the door and invited me for a ride in his new car. It was a banana yellow Panatera(not sure of how to spell it). I climbed in with a lot of help, and off we went! I don't believe that car was meant to go less than 100 mph, but he was careful with me. I held onto the seat for dear life and when we finished our 30 minute ride on the south expressway, he leaned over and said "Sorta' rides like a buckboard, doesn't it?" Sorry, folks....my ex got the speakers in the divorce!