I've never looked back. The Powerbook is the Ferrari of computers, beautiful, sleek, superb, intelligent. Every once in a while I have a problem with it and get grumbly - and then I have an evening like tonight's, where I wasted two hours on my kids' PCs, trying to make Windows do something that ought to be obvious and logical and never is.

I am now a Mac enthusiast, maybe even a Mac bore. But every once in a while I worry: Will the company still be there a year from now? Is my Powerbook like some beautiful blossom in a Romantic sonnet, too lovely to live? Then I hear that Apple is making money hand over fist, and I breath calm again.