Big Blue, 1998–2004. It clicked for a week and I thought it was talking to me. It was saying goodbye. My novel, the lake photos, six years of e-mail, all of 2001.
Please back up tonight. Three copies of anything you'd cry about losing, on two kinds of storage, one somewhere else. And open your backup now and then; a backup you've never opened is a hope, not a backup.
The Files section of Downloads has free programs for copying and syncing. — Owen