Somewhere in the early 1980’s, my father took me to a bookstore in Manhattan. I don’t remember why, exactly, we were there, but it was a defining moment in my life. On display was a new wonder, a Macintosh computer.
Being young, I wasn’t aware of social protocol. I was supposed to be awed by this machine, afraid to touch it. Instead, as my father says, I pushed my way over, grabbed the mouse, and went to town. While all of the adults around me looked on in horror, I quickly figured out the interface and was able to make the machine do what I wanted.
It would be over 20 years before I really became a Mac user, but that first experience helped define my love of computers and technology.
Thank you, Steve.