While strolling through the eighties I saved a Canon AT1 from a marauding band of yuppies. I threw a cup of Starbucks and my wallet at them, and the Canon and I escaped to the hill country. We enjoyed many a sunlit walk through the fields, his strap casually slung around my neck while I stroked his buttons and knobs lovingly. Good times, good times... He was lost to me forever one day at a car show in Tacoma, and I was bereft and alone. Minolta saved me. She took me by the hand and introduced me to auto focus and zooming and the complete...more
