I bought my first Apple in 1978; sat down with Woz’s Red Book (which I still have) and taught myself programming. In December of that year, I was awakened by a woman, unidentified, who has seen my advertisement for “Apple programming.” She asked what I thought of Apple’s own accounting software. I replied that I was not in competition with Apple, and that I frequently recommended their software. Still anonymous, she asked nothing else; simply said “Thank you” and hung up.
It was coincidence of some sorts: I went to school with Bill Atkinson; was taught by Jef Raskin. My sister was in Woz’s plane when it went down, along with Jack and Candy. I was introduced to Apple just after they moved from the Red House to the Bandley Street warehouse. I remember looking over the cubicle walls: “That’s Woz office. Job’s is over there… and back there is where we glue the rubber feet on the computers.”
Over the years I worked on DOS; the ROM for the Apple //c; the Apple ][ GS; the original AppleWorks and much more. My work, because of Apple, took me on some of my greatest adventures, including whale research in Alaska; work for NASA, and PBS. I met with both Steves several times, and when I “officially” retired from Mac programming a couple of years ago, Steve J called me to chat about the old days. We were not “friends” but long-time acquaintances, and that he’d phoned me spoke volumes about him.
Almost exactly half my life has involved Apple, its people and products. It has been, in a very large sense, my reality.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote to Steve. I got the chance to tell him some of these things, and that he could rest knowing that he not only changed the world, but changed it for the better.