I just stumbled upon this old poem that I wrote: The Shower I stumble from bed Like a zombie, half-dead Groping my way to the shower I stay there it seems Under life giving streams For the better part of an hour I rinse and I scrub In a shower not a tub But it’s …

a poem that I wrote for MacWold in 2007 Twas the night before MacWorld And all through the hall Not a vendor was stirring No, not at all The attendees lay snuggled asleep in their beds While visions of iPhones danced in their heads The iPhone is here! It’s coming right quick We’d been told …