The professor wheeled a cart into the room. There was a monitor and a keyboard on top and a computer on the lower shelf that had a computer inside. He showed us examples of programs that his students had been writing—small programs written to solve small problems, because they had to run on a small machine, a machine so “small” that it fit on the bottom shelf of that cart.
I remember on that day in that classroom telling myself, “This is something I need to learn about.” And within a few months I started reading about computers to figure out if I should buy one and if so what.
The research took months. There were Commodores and Sinclairs. There were Cromemcos and Ataris. There were Radio Shack TRS-80s and Apple IIs. And there was a new boy on the block: the IBM PC. It was a question of what computer and what operating system and whether or not to buy a dot matrix printer and maybe a 300-baud modem. And in the end, I decided that they cost too much.
Then came Macintosh. Quite literally, my life has not been the same since.
Thank you, Steve. Thank you.