I cut my teeth on Sun SPARCstations. They were my first serious computer love, introduced to me at Rutgers University a good *%#+ years ago. All I had owned at

I cut my teeth on Sun SPARCstations. They were my first serious computer love, introduced to me at Rutgers University a good *%#+ years ago. All I had owned at home was a couple Commodore 64s and a 286 my dad had for work. Buried in the basement of a building on campus, with huge black and white CRTs (21" or bigger), and laser mice that required a mirror-polished mouse pad, a nice upper-class student took pity on me and introduced me to UNIX when I started bothering him to share his .xinitrc file with me (his prompt was decidedly cooler than mine, and back then, Pine was how we got email, so everyone got to use a terminal a little bit, on Mac, Windows, or UNIX. That was neat, because even the least-interested students were semi-comfortable sitting down at one of the UNIX machines). Sorry, not a thing to do with the article, it just sparked a warm memory. They're why I use a Mac now - it's the prettiest UNIX (IMHO). Every now and again I'll open Pine just for the nostalgia of it.