Today is the ninth anniversary of the death of Apple founder Steve Jobs. Quiet by coincidence, I was on the Apple campus on the day he died. It’s another of my happenstance habit of alighting on the correct spot in the world to witness significant events. The other memorable occasion was arriving in Berlin the day the Wall fell.
Anyway, there I was. I’d planned a week in San Francisco and, as a then keen Apple blogger, I couldn’t miss the opportunity to visit Cupertino. Everyone knew that Steve didn’t have long to go, of course, but I was astonished to hear the announcement of his death while wandering around the on-side Apple Store.