
From Walkmans to Wi-Fi (and what business taught me)
I pick up my son from school every day. It’s always an interesting conversation on the drive home. Today’s conversation? Walkmans. Yes, remember those brick shaped things we thought were so futuristic? I told him how teenage Adam would mow the grass, sweating in the Michigan summer humidity, Walkman strapped to my hip, while blasting Guns N Roses. When the tape ended, I had to shut of the mower, eject the cassette, flip it, and pray the batteries weren’t dead. He looked at me like I had just…




