If I were somehow transported back to 1983 in front of my TI/99-4a... I'd run outside to smell the grass, then head up the hill with some friends in tow to sit

If I were somehow transported back to 1983 in front of my TI/99-4a... I'd run outside to smell the grass, then head up the hill with some friends in tow to sit among the oak trees and talk about dragons and fairy lands, and only after the sun was solidly beyond the horizon and we'd eaten our ice cream and I'd let my father beat me in chess, would I lay out the list of companies he needed to invest in. I'd watch him prosper from afar until I was able to wedge my foot in solidly at IBM/MS and tell old Mr. Gates to open his eyes (and wallet) to make those dinosaurs at IBM look into what they were doing with the Amiga and Atari ST. I would drive broadband-over-cable while people were still using it to watch soft core skin flicks on Showtime, I'd show people how to implement Deflate and kick the mouse out of petek's hand before he added macros to word documents. I'd...