While going through a container of old devices, I ran into my old love: my Palm Tungsten T5.
This stylus-equipped slab PDA was a beast; it hearkened back to a time I haughtily believed that PDAs and cell phones could never be combined correctly. It was an upgrade to my beloved m500, and rocked a 416 Mhz chip, an impressive 320 x 480 16-bit color screen and — gasp with me here — 256 MB of memory.
I was the man. Seriously. It was around 2004, and when that device hung in its Sena leather case on my belt, you couldn’t touch me.