There are umpteen million stories in the Mac-ed City. This has been one of them:
I bought a Mac SE in 1989. It cost, as I recall, $3000 (which was real money at the time) and had slightly more computing power than my left pinky.
But for me as a freelance journalist, it was absolutely transformative.
I no longer had to cut and paste with scissors and Scotch tape. (Good.)
I therefore no longer had to go to Copy Cop before delivering – mostly by hand – my pieces to the various publications I wrote for. (Very good.)
I no longer had to know my destination (Marshall McLuhan: “A typewriter is a means of transcribing thought, not expressing it.”) before I started a “loose sally of the mind,” as the great Dr. Johnson defined the essay. (Not as good.)
I no longer performed the Keyboard Shuffle, that choreography of paper-feed-keystroke-ding!-carriage-return-keystroke-ding! that chronicled my compositional progress. (Kind of sad.)
Win some, lose some. But, to be honest, I never wanted to go back.