Eric (not ERIC): You Can't Go Home Again (With Apologies to Thomas Wolfe)

I don't mind the role of the heretic, and as I sit here at my Fat Mac pounding out the May copy I feel sorry for you all with your stickered PCs. I never knew how good it could be until this came around; my Apple IIc, only eighteen in‐ches away, does little now except run the software for the reviews written on the quarter pounder. The II +, two feet to the left, hasn't been used by anyone save my eight year old for almost a year.