It's amazing how attached we get to lifeless chunks of technology, and how hard it can be to part with them. My Toshiba Tecra 530CDT notebook computer was a recent addition to the scrapheap. I tore it apart a couple of weeks ago -- it hurt, but I wanted to make sure nothing could be recovered from it, should someone try to scavenge data from it.
I bought it back in 1998, when I learned my Dad had prostate cancer and I quit my job in Tokyo and flew to Saskatchewan to see him. Even then it was a discontinued model that I got at a deep discount, but it kept me in touch with my wife while I was away, and it helped start the business I am still running today, when we moved to Canada in January 1999.
The Tecra sat for years on my desk, though I used it less and less, and replaced it with an IBM T42 about a year and half ago. With a 166MHz processor, 64MB of RAM, a 2GB hard drive, and Windows 98b the Tecra had become a door stop long ago. It was a solid machine, though, and I miss its presence in a strange way. A lot of good, and bad, times flew from my fingers into its keyboard, to wife, relatives, friends, and clients.
