Goodbye Ancient PC

WhenI tried to start my writing PC, it talked back to me with a loud “Phfft,” as if to say “forget it, fool.” And then it smelled bad, like a burnt computer fart.

This was Old Faithful, my steady friend, something like aStepford Husband that did all I asked of it. Afriend built it for me at least 15 years ago.AllI wanted was Word—no internet because I didn’t want the distraction while writing, nor the risk of malware causing a crash. It had a wonderful little mouse, a square monitor, and an e...