Tuesday August 28, 1990

  • 15:00. Arrive in Osaka. Adventure with the little old man on the stairs helping me carry my Mac.
  • Take the last plane to Oita on standby and the bus to Beppu Eki. Take a taxi to the apartment. Plug in the Mac and it works. Best of all, I made it home without telling anyone, all on my own.

Notes from 2010

My “portable” computer was a Mac 512K with external floppy drive (bought separately). Our current server is tiny in physical size compared to that old Mac. I bought a special carrying case for it. It was too large to fit in the overhead bin on a domestic US flight. I could barely lift the bag and lug the Mac around.

At the Osaka airport I was standing at the bottom of a long flight of stairs, regaining my breath to drag it up along with my suitcases. A small elderly man offered to help. He grabbed the Mac and took off up the stairs. Even in Japan, I was alarmed–although part of me hoped for the best. When I arrived at the top of the stairs with my suitcases, the man and my Mac were both there. I think him profusely and he went on his way.

I was very smug about being able to manage to get back to my apartment without consulting anyone at my school or asking for their help.

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