Apple and Michael Jordan. Two of the greatest of all time for their generations. Two that I was stubbornly critical of early, regretfully delayed embracer of too late, and as a result, I missed the joy of them in their prime. You know something I am never critical of, though? Dad jokes. They crush. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for Apple delivering on them like whoa. Even if their new laptops suck, they dropped the headphone jack a year too early (at least), and my iPhone is buggy and has envy of that Samsung edge-to-edge screen. They will be back. Once Tim Cook starts acting like the right Steve (Jobs, not Ballmer.) Until then, I got a good laugh.