For Steve Jobs, every day was like Christmas morning, and nothing could shake that feeling. My most enduring memory of him speaks to that fact too. It was a Saturday afternoon in Palo Alto, and I was having lunch with a friend in an Italian restaurant. Suddenly, Steve came in and ordered takeout. He was wearing a T-shirt and cut-off jeans, just another happy suburban dad. He took his food and left, and as he walked down that beautiful leafy street, he stretched out his arms like an airplane — like he was flying into the sunshine.
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Veteran tech journalist Chris Taylor, at Mashable
Jobs died yesterday at 56 after a long battle with pancreatic cancer. Here, some incredibly moving tributes from his friends, family and colleagues.
(via theweekmagazine)
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