An era that some of us that aren't teenagers or twenty-agers saw, if not born, at least in it's infancy.
An era where we DOSed our emotions by the punches at the keyboard and a small tableside lamp, where we Quick-ed our Basic influence in the surrounding world, an era where 3.1 was celebrated (with some puzzled looks from our fathers), where 3.11 connected us, where we could write autoexecs better than the system, where everybody rejoiced for 95 (the first time I saw reference to an OS in news, may I say), where Millennium wasn't the end of the century, where eXPerience was the future, where our pages went by Words, where we Excelled in numbers, where we had a strong Powerpoint.
An era where we were the . . . - - - . . . of everybody's computer, to the point where we convinced them that we didn't understand a thing about it.
An era where we grunged against the Evil Empire, but had no problem in stand by it in every other ocasions.
The man did "alone" what no one else thought it was possible. It wasn't perfect. It never is. But it was genuine.