It was time to retire my old and trusty Macintosh. Blubbering like a boy about to put the family dog to sleep, I lugged the thing into my daughters' room and said goodbye. "You're going to be happier here, feller," I snuffled, patting it on the monitor. And then I remembered: thousands of my e-mail messages were on that machine! My kids might inadvertently delete them, or worse, read them! A quick check determined that my private correspondence weighed in at 80 megabytes. The usual high-density floppy discs, standard 1.44-MB diskettes, were useless--it would take 60 of them to copy my...
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