Nostalgia and innovation

We went Mac shopping today. We didn't buy anything, since we can get better options, free shipping, and a student discount if we order the machine online, but it was still fun to play with a room full of cool toys. My family was a Mac family when I was growing up - not the pretentious Macophiles, but the laid-back, hippy Mac appreciators who knew a superior product when they saw one. Our first family computer was some sort of Mac all-in-one desktop (perhaps a Macintosh 128K? I don't remember the model number, but the photo on Wikipedia looks really familiar), which was acquired when I was 10 or 11 years old. I don't remember much about it, aside from a few games and a spreadsheet program, all displayed on its tiny, glorious black and white screen... Well, *I* thought it was badass at the time, and I continued my love affair with Macs all through college. I only switched to a PC when I got my first software job, and that was the result of necessity rather than preference. Going back to Macs feels a bit like coming home, even though the new MacBook Pro is destined to be Patrick's rather than mine.