A fellow Commodork write about the pasting of C64 founder...
One day in 1982, fellow Spectrumeditor Paul Wallich and I took a long lunch and walked over fromSpectrum's First Ave. offices in New York to 47th St. Photo. There, we turned over $600 each to get our hands on the Commodore 64. It was my first personal computer; I think Paul had a TRS80 but was eager to replace it. (At theSpectrum editorial offices, we tapped out articles on IBM Selectric typewriters, and we were pretty happy having such state-of-the-art technology.)
I took my C64 home and hooked it up to my TV set, and tried to figure out the mysteries of programming "sprites," little graphical objects that I could move around the screen. I lost interest in that pretty quickly (I'm just not a coder), and, instead, lost myself in the worlds of Zork, a computer game that, though text-only, could still make me scream when the troll jumped out of the shadows. I was such a Zork dork that I moved the Commodore and a small TV that summer to a beach rental. I then discovered word processing software for the C64, and started writing my first drafts of manuscripts on its 40-character-wide display.
