I didn’t know Steve Jobs. Not at all, not a little, not a smidge. But I feel the need to write something. I knew him “less” (as in not at all) than some other folks we’ve lost in recent months. But I find myself feeling a great sense of loss right now. Not the same kind of loss, of course when you lose someone you know and love personally, but what I can only assume is, what could be called, a communal loss.
I remember watching the news (on a TV no less) when they announced Lucille Ball had died. I enjoyed ‘I Love Lucy’ and its various incarnations but wasn’t particularly torn up. I was also pretty young. It affected my mom quite a bit more though, which itself was very surprising. It could be she felt a particular connection to Ball because one of the ways she learned about American culture and language when living overseas and moving here was through television. Ball’s variety of humor lent itself to non-native speakers and so probably meant more to her than other actors of the era.
Ok, back on track. Continue reading R.I.P Steve