Death of an iPod

Adam didn't just own Apple products; he professed a faith in them. At thirty-eight, a coder by trade, he'd spent the better part of two decades cultivating an identity as a man of taste, and the high priest of that taste was a company in Cupertino. His friends, his family, his colleagues - they all knew him as "the Apple guy", the one who could explain, with the patient conviction of a missionary,…