Death of a Laptop
We’re working on letter writing in my fourth grade class. In that vein…
Dear Laptop,
Thank you for your six years of faithful service. Thank you for being so gracefully putting up with years of late night paper writing, many unfortunate MP3 selections, constant digital photo sorting, and my on again off again addition to the game Civilization. You were an excellent laptop.
I’m sorry I didn’t provide you with appropriate surge protection in Honduras. I bear the responsibility that your motherboard is fried. Sadly, you are beyond the repair of even the computer repair guy in Chiquimula, Guatemala. He can fix anything supposedly. Except you.
Remember when I bought you a replacement battery and a new hard drive? Those were the days, full of whirring hard drive platters, blinking lights, and multitasking. I so wanted to fill you full up with pictures of Central America. I wanted to pen many eloquent blog entries on your well-worn keys. I wanted to cart you many times to Copan’s Cafe Welchez to attempt yet another phone call on a sketchy Skype connection. Sadly, it is not to be.
So long dear friend.
Sincerely,
Gabriel
November 8th, 2007 at 12:59 am
aw, gabe, i’m sorry for your loss!
November 11th, 2007 at 8:52 pm
that’s so sad!