Today I finished listening to Steve Jobs’ biography; it made quite an impression on me. It took me back to elementary school, in the late 1970s and early 1980s, and our school’s computer lab full of brand new Apple computers. I remember learning about computers and flowcharts. I didn’t have any way of understanding what a moment in history it was.
I was reminded of the Radio Shack TRS80 we had at home, and the dozens of hours of typing code with my sister and brother, trying to get a video game to work.
Maybe four years ago, while visiting our friend Henry at his cabin on Lopez Island, we sat on the beach, looking out at Alec Bay, and discussed the iphone. Alexi and I were contemplating getting them, but were unsure they merited the price tag. He described his iphone as his most prized possession.
My kids may read the same biography at some point in the future, but it won’t be the same read for them. They didn’t live in those moments of history in the same way, but enjoy the fruits of them.
