The Steves were kids at Homestead High School in the early 70s when I left Fremont High School in Sunnyvale to teach at the new Monta Vista High School in Cupertino, a time that still embraced the total student. Academic classes existed happily alongside wide ranging electives in art and music, home economics and industrial arts. My friend and fellow weaver, Helen McCullough, taught home ec at Cupertino High School and her husband Mac, industrial arts at Homestead.
It was not unusual to have students find their way safely through the intricacies of adolescence due to the so-called non-academic classes. It was in shop and electronics classes that the two Steves met at Homestead — and met Mac.
I met Mac only a couple of times but had heard of his teaching brilliance through colleagues and, of course, his wife. The first time I met Mac was when he came to our mountain top house to see if our shed would be a good place for a CB transmitter. He was involved in a radio network that communicated with distant lands in times of disaster. I do not remember him mentioning his two young students until later after they started achieving local notoriety. He then recounted their tinkering in his classes and their obvious joy in exploring new ideas.
I have often wondered if there would have been the same outcome without Mac. I would like to think he was the catalyst that triggered the super-dynamic reaction that resulted from combining two Steves to create a Mac.
I live at the intersection of technology and liberal arts.