A knight without armor in a savage land - nice reference!"Paladin, Palidin, where do you roam?
Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home . . . "
My new Mac Mini arrived. As expected, it compared to my old systems like F1 racers to Model T's. Same mission, different level of performance.
And yet the new Mini migrated files and apps from my arthritic iMac without issue, without apparent judgement of the superannuated hardware it's evolving from. What happened next was a scene out of Brickdust Row.
The migration left the new Mini quiet, without even a hint of fan noise. It was as if after all the fanfare of unboxing, after all the stellar performance antics, it regarded the old iMac and my equally ancient Macbook and realized it "no longer saw a rabble, but his brothers seeking the ideal."
I turn 70 in a few months. Like Brickdust Row's Blinker I could turn my back on promises of salvation with scorn and a curse that it's too late.
But there's a word processor in that new Mini. Where lies the means to write lie paths to redemption. I must explore while the stars in the sky still wheel above. I'm not special. It's what we all must do.
My new Mac Mini has been henceforth known as O.Henry.