Jan 6, 2020
7 min read
Old dogs, new tricks
I bought my first Macintosh computer in 1985, the second model to be released, a diminutive 512K (the amount of RAM it boasted). It was about the cutest thing I had ever purchased, just so friendly and I was absolutely, unconditionally in love with it. I had just been recruited by a successful Boston advertising agency, hired to search for new clients and pitch them our creative talents.
