Ftrain: Amiga 1000

The Amiga was my continuity. A year after we brought it home, my parents divorced, but my father bought an Amiga 500 with a full meg of RAM, a powerhouse. I shuttled back and forth between them on Philadelphia's SEPTA buses, with disks of public-domain software in my shirt pocket, sharing data between their worlds, continuing in the exploration despite the fact that the world around me was collapsing.