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I built my first business on a Windows 95 machine with a 14,400 baud modem and an Access database.
I spent an entire month hand-coding HTML pages before I realized I actually needed to connect to a database and learn to write software.
So I bought a book. There were no online courses. No YouTube. No Stack Overflow. I taught myself Classic ASP — Microsoft's first web programming language — off a book I read cover to cover. Set up a Windows 95 machine. Installed Personal Web Server. Configured a local DSN connection to an Access database I had no idea how to normalize.
Today we create connection strings like it's nothing.
That one took me two weeks.
Two weeks. 14,400 baud modem. A connection that sounded like two fax machines having an argument. And when those records finally spilled out of the database onto the web page I was reloading, I felt like Tom Hanks in Cast Away the moment he finally made fire. I had punched that enter key thousands of times. Thousands. And when it worked I just sat there staring at the screen.
That's what the beginning of the internet felt like.
AI feels exactly like that right now. That same electricity. That same sense that nobody really knows the rules yet and the people willing to sit there and punch enter a thousand times are going to be the ones who figure it out first.
So I built something. And I'll be honest — the first version was too complicated. I'm an enterprise architect. Complicated is kind of my love language. I kept adding layers because that's what I know how to do.
That version never shipped.
What I ended up building almost felt too simple to show people. You just text it. Like you're sitting in a conference room with your A-Team — your CFO, your CMO, your ops lead, your strategist — and you're just telling them what you need done. Except you don't have a conference room. And you definitely don't have a CFO. You've got your phone and an idea and a business you're trying to figure out.
So you text it. And it gets done.
I've been showing it to people.
Nobody's getting on their phone while I'm talking. Nobody's politely nodding and waiting for me to finish. They're leaning in. They're saying tell me more. I know what it looks like when someone's actually excited versus being nice about it. I've been in enough rooms to know the difference.
Not one person has said no yet.
I don't know if this works. I'm not going to tell you it's guaranteed. But I've been at this long enough to know that when people lean in instead of tune out, you're probably onto something real.
The possibilities feel genuinely endless right now. That's not something I say lightly after thirty years.