Thank You, Mr. Jobs

You changed my world the first time, back in 1984 when I was a junior in college and typing papers on a typewriter, and a second time, just this past year, with the iPad.  Thanks to you, my life has been filled with writing in comfort and beauty.  Thanks to you, I have books and music to listen to while I am driving to fencing practice, and books to read that I would never have been able to before.  You made my work possible in ways I never fully appreciated until today.  Rest in peace.  And thank you.


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