from the July 1977 issue of ROM Magazine by Lee Felsenstein “I designed the Sol!” These words are made to be spoken from a pinnacle of technical authority, preferably by a gimlet-eyed Herr Doktor who pursues exact solutions to the nineteenth decimal place and who reigns over a limitless sea of subordinates slaving away over rows of drafting boards. Or they could come from a furry little gopherlike creature with a piece of string for a belt who sleeps all day and occasionally surfaces to d...
