It's April in Paris and I am sitting out at a cafe with a large group of people that I don't really know. The women are all wearing Clapotis scarves, but that's the most I can really see of anyone. The figures are indistinct.
We go back to someone's apartment for coffee and tea and I am introduced to someone's elderly mother. She has an Apple 1e (yes, not a 2e, a 1e), and it needs to be fixed. She logs into the computer and types a bunch of stuff into a console window, leaving me baffled. "You're much better at this than I am," I tell her, "so I don't know if I can help you. This is very old technology..."
Suddenly I'm at the apartment of an old man and I'm advising him on how to get a cheap new computer. He has a dot matrix printer and I laugh about it, telling him that I haven't seen one of those in years. We get him a new computer, but he won't give up his printer.