I didn’t have a lot to say about the death of Steve Jobs - or rather, I felt that whatever insight I might have would already have been had and expressed. And, really, who wants to be the one sitting down and trying to think hard about a new angle on someone’s death? That’s exactly the kind of thing journos badmouth PRs for doing.
But it did make me think. About my own youth of boundless possibility, and about my friends, and about my first Mac.
