Terry McDonell

Steve Jobs came to Newsweek in early 1984 wearing a sharp suit and a tiny bow tie. He was 28 years old. He met with top editors, we Wallendas—a self-important reference to the aerial circus act—and our owner, Kay Graham, up from Washington for her weekly visit. For two hours Steve showed off the first Macintosh computer, flirting with Kay and teaching us how to manipulate the mouse and switch disks to launch applications and save work. I remember someone asking, “Why call it a mouse?”