I Don’t Need a Computer for
Christmas
Nobody is very serious over
Christmas break. At least I’m not. I’ve been trying to make up a Christmas list
for other people to buy me presents, but I can hardly think of anything I really
need that I don’t have already. One
thing I DON’T need is a new computer—I’ve had too many already. It occurred to me this week I’ve had more
computers in my life than cars. But they’re just as easy to remember. In fact, I think I’ve spent more time with
each of these computers than I have with any of the cars I’ve owned (indeed, a
few of them rivaled the time I spent with my wife during the time I owned
them.)
Well, this will not be very
interesting to most of my readers unless they owned some of these computers
too—but hey, most of my readers don’t read my column over Christmas break
anyway.
I have stayed married to the
same wife (though many different editions)
But I have had sequential
relationships with about ten computers
1980—Radio
Shack TRS 80 III
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