Happily in the dent.

Steve Jobs died a little more than an hour ago.

I can't tell you the number of Windows vs. Macintosh arguments I had between 1990 and 1995, the years when what platform you preferred placed you fervently in one camp or the other — on this side or that of a chasm that could not be easily bridged. The debate was even a good-natured point of contention between my father and me, who was for all his wonderfulness nonetheless a staunch disciple of Bill Gates.

Though my entire professional life has been defined by the inventiveness of Steve Jobs and his brilliant minions, I admit there were times — especially during Apple's lean and lowly days — when I wondered whether folks on the other side might know something I didn't. And then I came across this picture, which not only told me everything about Steve Jobs I would never actually know, but also laid to rest any and all doubts about in which camp I belonged.

Thank you, Steve, for everything. I am insanely grateful.