Wired has a cool photo gallery up right now: 30 Years of Apple Products.

I remember my dad had the Apple III from the 1980-era line. It was in his office (read: guest room with a desk shoved in it and piles of books on the floor) and, on occasion, I'd go in there to use his phone and mindlessly tap at the keyboard while I chatted about, well, whatever it is that 10-year-olds talk about on the phone.




The Macintosh Color Classic was the first one I bought for myself. Actually, my dad got it for me when I was in college - one of the few things he's ever done to help me out since I turned 18. Getting this computer meant no more long hours in the computer lab, no more jockeying for the best machines, no more depressing Sunday afternoons spent in that very quiet room. I hated that place even when I had my headphones. Somehow working on a computer at home with the stereo blasting -whenever I wanted, day or night - was just a much better option. It still is.