My daughter brought my first iPod to me - the 2002 Touch wheel iPod. It wasn't responding to her touch.
It sits in a cradle, the battery died many years ago. It works as well as ever, the 30GB drive serving music to a local stereo. I sync it every six months or so, when I remember. Toggling the lock switch took care of the problem.
That's not what I'm writing about though.
I'm writing about the shock of holding it. It feels enormous, strange and crude. It feels like a relic from ancient history, it feels older than a VCR, as old a phonograph.
It's just nine years old.
Heck of a decade for Apple.