Unless it was a prototype, we (JBL employees) simply went to the stock room and picked up boxed, finished units. If it went out the door without a serial number, it was either on an invoice, or somebody had sticky fingers. Sticky fingers was not a common occurance in the Golden era of JBL; we really were a big family.

I often ate at Bill Thomas' house, sailed with Johnny Edwards over to Catalina, spent time with Ed and Edna May at their house, and shared a duplex with George Augspurger. I lived next door to Margaret Jackson for years before she became Margaret Thomas. We really were a family.