My first computer was a Commodore Plus 4. It was quickly replaced by the Commodore 64, which was better supported.

More accurately, I suppose, I should call it The Family’s First Computer. My sister is about four years older than me, so the computer was more for her then me. She even dabbled in computer programming in high school before realizing it wasn’t her thing. It was, indeed, mine.

I remember all those hours spent in the 80s retyping in programs printed in magazines like COMPUTE!’S GAZETTE and ENTER and COMMODORE MAGAZINE. I remember fiddling with them to see how they worked and how they changed. I remember buying Jim Butterfield’s book on programming Machine Language Code for the Commodore 64 so I could learn to program more complicated things. I didn’t get all the concepts — I wasn’t even in high school yet and those were things best left till college — but I did a lot of things with it. I learned the concepts of algebra from computers. When it came time to do things like add x and y, the concepts weren’t foreign to me.


I used that computer until I graduated high school in 1994. I would type up and print out (on a wretchedly loud Commodore dot matrix printer) all my homework and school papers with it. All in all, that little $200 computer (or whatever the price was around Christmas of 1982) gave me 12 years. I can’t say that about any other computer I’ve ever used. I’m on computer #3 since 1995 right now.

Now, the prototype of that machine is going up for auction. You can see pictures of it at WIRED.

The most remarkable thing for me in the one picture is the monitor showing Quantum Link. That was the on-line service available only to Commodore users in the mid- to late 1980s. It eventually was bought by a smaller on-line company looking to expand its base of phone numbers and customers. Perhaps you’ve heard of AOL?

The modem was a 300/1200 fireball of speed in a large beige cartridge that plugged into the back of the C=64 unit. And for “only” $6/hour, you could post to message boards, create ASCII art, download programs, and more. The cheaper alternative was the web of local BBSes. The one I frequented most often I can still remember the phone number for (it ended 5956). I’ve forgotten the name of it already — the SysOp was Bacchus and the name was wine-related (”The Wine Cellar”?) — but I spent plenty of time dialed in there. And those systems only had one or two phone lines.

The Commodore 64 made one last big comeback for me in college. In my senior year, I took a course in computer graphics. For our final, we had to program something to show off our programming skills. I reprogrammed from scratch an old C=64 game I remembered playing for hours and hours. I think it was called “Rockfall.” Simple two dimensional game, but I got so into it that I also programmed a level editor for it.


Shortly after that, the C=64 finally met its doom in a massive attic-cleaning blitz. I took some final pictures of it and the box it came in, though. I still have some pictures I took of the computer sitting in the computer lab at school, but I’d have to scan those in.

Wow, this all started with a simple link to a WIRED story. Now look where we are. I’m about to get weepy. Jeez. Never underestimate the power of a boy’s first computer in this day and age.