No, this story should be more accurately titled "How Steve Unmade Me," since I wasn't made by the time Steve got to me.
At the relevant time I was living in the San Francisco Bay Area. The Macintosh came out. Quicker than you could say "split" a friend of mine had one.
So I had to get one. For some reason I wasn't at all interested in these clunky boxes that came along, all called "Packard" or "HP" or "IBM." Nope, even a USED Mac was better than them.
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