I’m a Mac guy. Bought my first one in 1987, replacing my trusty old Apple IIe, and stuck with the Mac through Apple’s subsequent travails. Heck, I even owned a Mac clone. Somewhere along the way, though, I gradually migrated to Windows machines. I fell in love with IBM’s sensual trackpoint, got comfortable with Microsoft’s increasing respectable operating system releases, and wondered occasionally when I’d come home again. Inertial of ...