chips. His father used to do that for auto parts, and he succeeded because he knew the value of each better than the clerks. Jobs followed suit. He <br />well,�� even if you didn��t. I was very lucky, because when I was a kid both my dad and the Heathkits made me believe I could build anything.�� Lang <br />had messed-up lives. What made the neighborhood different from the thousands of other spindly-tree subdivisions across America was that even the <br />me, he caressed the stockade panels and recalled a lesson that his father implanted deeply in him. It was important, his father said, to craft the <br />nervous twitch.�� Not surprisingly, he was sent home two or three times before he finished third grade. By then, however, his father had begun to <br />Palo Alto to San Jose, has as its commercial backbone El Camino Real, the royal road that once connected California��s twenty-on