Auto correct. Mistake. No problem. Push button, letter ball whirls, carriage backups, hammer strikes, splattering each errant letter with an outline of white. I was amazed. Sold. For what seemed hours, I would spell swear words--and then erase them, giggling along the way.
In college, I typed every poorly written paper on my glorious, beloved Olympia electric. With its bulky black plastic case, I could lug it to a lovely co-ed’s room to show off my Auto correct button. Ahhh college.
This was my world of technological wonder until...the day.
A wealthy college friend had purchased a Mac Plus, and had summoned all into his room to marvel. Curious to know why the world had stopped, I waited in a geeky queue to enter his packed steamy shrine.
Wonderful, weird, enchanting, the moment I saw her, I knew I had found my life partner. The Olympia now seemed so...barbaric. The Mac...elegant.
Upon graduating college, I begged, borrowed, and finally purchased a Mac Plus (with a ‘speedy’ Image Writer dot matrix printer) for close to $4,000. A bargain, I thought.
I was a recluse the first two weeks I owned that Mac--a young geek, with a beautiful machine, creating, playing, gaming, enjoying...alone. It was just the two of us, and the troubles of the world mattered little. My life had changed.
In our basement, in its original box, sits that Mac Plus--my lovely wife wonders why.
But every so often, I will venture to the basement, open the box and take a peak.
Today, was one of those days--she still makes me smile.
Thank you Steven Paul Jobs.
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