boy, were they ever jealous

I still have my first computer, a Macintosh SE. It's even still functional, though it's hard to think of why I might ever want to use it. I keep it next to my father's first typewriter, an old Underwood which looks as though it might be worth something, but apparently has only sentimental value. But although I've saved the computer, I've now parted with the dot matrix Imagewriter that came with it. Perhaps I shouldn't have. Although it offered only 72dpi, its quality was well beyond that of the printers of friends who had PCs. I could even print pictures, and I could include those pictures inside word-processed documents. Of course today that hardly seems like something to get excited about, but I well remember the amazement on the faces of friends who saw what I was able to print.