Without the luxury of a printer, I wrote the disassembled lines on paper with a pencil. Everybody would know when I turned this mainframe-sized printer on because the house lights would flicker for a second. My next computer was the venerable Osborne I, which you laughed about in your October Editor's Note . This was quite a deal compared to what was available at the time. Rumor has it that Adam Osborne was losing money on every machine sold, but planned to make it up on quantity.
Time goes on.
I get different computers every year, and here I am still trying to get under the covers of Microsoft code and trying to make sense of it. Only now it's Win32 or .NET, code takes up 250MB instead of 8KB, and everything is entirely rewritten every year. One person simply cannot understand the whole of it anymore, which is the sad part. It brought to mind a memory that I would like to share with you. I was lucky enough to get an on-campus job at a satellite computer terminal location in the business college.