Every place I’ve ever lived, I’ve had to consider the telephone. Where should it go? Major furniture placement decisions rested on the location of a phone plug. At work, my desk might be covered with piles of paper, but there was always space cleared for the phone.
In all those years, why didn’t I ever look at my telephone and envision its real possibilities, like Steve Jobs did? Why didn’t I meditate on this humble piece of technology and say, even once, “Hey the phone would be a great place to watch TV, store my record collection, get my mail, read the news, do research and go shopping?”
In retrospect, the iPhone makes so much sense. But I didn’t have the vision to see it. I’m such a loser.
If I’d thought of the iPhone first, I’d be so rich, I could afford to buy one.