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I was the last Mac user in the 90s, just about, or so it felt like. If the word bealeagured didnt exist, wed have had to invent it, so that wed have something sadsad like sad trombonesto put next to Apples name.
The triumph of the enemy looked near, and that triumph would have meant that computers would be joyless and unlovable things.
That fear was deep and real. I used to debate with myself: Would I become a high school teacher or a waiter? Because I knew Id have to quit the software business if Apple disappeared.
I could work my way up to restaurant manager. After a while Id forget about the dreams I had before Microsoft took them away with its Windows-driven ascendance.
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