I asked the wife if she wanted to take a little trip from the Deep South to Maine to New England. "Why?" She asked. I answered, "Well, because I love you so much and I just want to spend quality time with you and see flowers in spring." She raised an eyebrow and responded, "Right. Where are the speakers, what do they look like, and how much do they cost?" My flustered response? "What speakers, Honey? I don't know what you are talking about." She contemptuously retorted, " You are either terminally ill or there are Klipsch speakers involved. And you just got a clean bill of health on your last physical." After some severe negotiations, we are staying home. [] "And no shipping allowed," she ended all of my purchasing aspirations on these awesome Jubilees. Husbands, do not try this . . . it will fail and lead to tense discussions in which you will have to engage your most prolific Aristotelian rhetoric to save what Klipsch speakers you have in your collection. I am keeping all of my current collection after a full day of heavy persuasion, now relegated to watching this thread while drooling. What a great buy this will be for the new owner! [Y]. Husbands, be careful out there! [:#]