A person for whom routines and acquisitions of incomplete sets of anything are invariably enslaving shouldn’t collect as a hobby. Nonetheless ever since since my mom purchased my first amplifier for me (a Fender Bandmaster with two 12-inch speakers in a cabinet that could hold eight) I have hoarded pilot-light jewels. It has been said that my holdings are among, if not the, foremost collection to be found anywhere. Recently I acquired at least two dozen vintage specimens, which I have not yet photographed. Soon I hope to display the entire collection properly. Until then, here they are.