Today at work I fired up a "PowerMac 8100"—at the time of its purchase in 1994 the ne plus ultra of Mac yumminess (and heaven help me, I uncrated the beast back in the day!) that had not been nudged since Cheney was Shogun. The years have not been kind: the ADB mouse had rotted away (it was tricky shutting the thing down fingering the rollers—detach the mouse live and fry the ADB chip on the logic board, never a good idea). Fortunately there was another grime-encrusted unit in storage. The monitor fluttered violently, making it difficult to isolate the cursor onscreen. The commercial floppies from which I was attempting to recover data proved insufficiently readable.
There's a lot of stuff on that old workhorse that's now irretrievable owing to software developments, but there are also some files I'd assumed until today could be snagged for upstream conversion at my convenience. Looks now as though it's women and children first.
cordially,