After weeks of bitter cold, then weeks of soggy raw, the snow fell over the weekend. Sunday morning, a pristine blanket of white over gritty brown, transformed the landscape. I headed out to visit my island, an islet really, snugged up against the northern shore of Montreal where, despite the ever-present hum of distant traffic, I can always find tranquility, soul-healing quiet and peace.
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Steven Jobs inspired a full range of reactions, all strong. He also provided fodder for countless lines of copy online and off, and inspired at least one novel, a film and a biography. Except for his name and his connection to the Mac, my first and forever favourite computer, I knew very little about him. Feeling oddly delinquent, I began what became a crash course in the life, times and legacy of Jobs.
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He: 57 soon 58, worked 35 years for the same employer, a solid and still thriving brick and mortar manufacturing company, rose steadily from blue collar to white then retired at 55. She: 53, worked 33 years for the same employer, a staid professional association representing some of the most powerful institutions in Quebec, rose through the ranks from clerk to executive assistant then, two years short of a full pension, was laid off.
Reality hasn’t quite measured up to the plan. Freedom 55 failed them. The world is wack.