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I never met Steve Jobs on the cold streets of Winnipeg, but if I had, he would have bought my entire basket of frozen meat.

When he felt it was needed, Steve often bypassed his people and did things himself — no one in the middle to garble things up.

Fear is a fart of an emotion – Steve had a practiced nose. Your fear should be your inner governor. You need only fear yourself.

Selling meat door-to-door, going head-to-head in math battles in third grade, and selling to Steve. All events unstuck in time.