This week marks the third anniversary of my (thus far) one and only iPad purchase. I sat out the first generation iPad; I seemed to be getting along quite satisfactorily with my fleet of three
laptops, and was no fan of touchscreens. However, friends were enthusing about how wonderful their iPads were, and with the iPad 2 unveiling in early 2011, I figured it was time I checked out what
all the fuss was about.
I had also hoped that the iPad would help me wring another year or so out of anchor MacBook. Unfortunately, once I made the decision to take the plunge, I discovered that delivery times were backed
up a month or more at the online Apple Store. Same deal at my local Apple authorized reseller. Figuring that I might have a better shot with them, I went on their waiting list, specifying a
white, 16 GB, Wi-Fi, iPad 2.
About three weeks later, I got the call, and made the hundred mile round trip (that’s as close to “local” as it gets for Apple resellers in this neck of the boonies), laid down the plastic, and
headed for home with my acquisition.
There was a bit of a learning curve to climb, but I had a book, and the iPad…