Oh, how I wish I still had mine, a 512K with a busted disk drive. Knowing nothing at all about computers, I took that thing home, fired it up, restructured the hard drive, became an expert at Shufflepuck, and wrote a sociology paper on it, all in two days. Apples are wonderful machines, but you can’t build 'em from scratch like I now prefer to do.
I’ve found later versions of Apples, like the iMac I imprudently insisted that my mother should buy, to be overly complicated for the clueless and somewhat grouchy when dealing with third-party components. I guess that’s just the way computers are now that they can do so much more than be word processors. That’s unfortunate, because my undying love for my “portable” 512 will never be extinguished. Plus, it had all my good skateboarding stickers on it.