I'm so grateful my father (RIP) came home with a Commodore VIC-20 from Sears in 1983.
We were incredibly poor, so my mother nearly killed him, but he insisted that personal computers were here to stay, and that his children needed to become acquainted.
Nearly 40 years later, he was right. I have made, and continue to make, a great living on these crazy machines.
We were incredibly poor, so my mother nearly killed him, but he insisted that personal computers were here to stay, and that his children needed to become acquainted.
Nearly 40 years later, he was right. I have made, and continue to make, a great living on these crazy machines.