My childhood occurred during the mid-seventies through the early eighties. One day, my parents brought home a collie that I would name Macintosh. I don’t actually recall giving him the name, but we often called him Mackie for short and he quickly become a treasured part of my life. Although, I was unaware of the profound part his name would play later in my life. In 1984, my father took me to work with him. He worked as an metallurgist for a steel mill. He realized I had little interest in this field, but he knew I liked computers. In …