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.
Campaign Outsider 
That’s also around the time Rushdie bought a Mac and started writing Satanic Verses. He write an interesting article about how writing on a computer is different from writing on pen and paper.
Wrote, not write. Sorry. Posting from phone.
I started working on Macintosh software in 1983, and I’ve done so ever since. It’s because of Steve Jobs that I’ve been employed these last 28 years. He changed the world. Not only that, but he showed a lot of people how it’s done by being smart, arrogant and fearless.
It’s a sad day.