I met you as a young boy, too young to appreciate what true love meant. We played Karateka for hours between BASIC sessions. We met again when I was a young man, and you were reborn in GUI as the Classic. I spotted you from across the dorm room. We shared our evenings cramming my papers and customizing your alerts with Monty Python quotes. Good times.
We’re older now, and slightly wiser. I’d say you’ve aged far more gracefully. We haven’t always agreed on things, but you’ve been in the right more often than not.
Here’s to the crazy ones. Happy Birthday, Apple, Inc.