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Collecting movies and TV episodes on VHS was my biggest hobby as a young man. Mostly home-taping. I racked up a lot of tapes, kept a meticulous log book of everything, just loved it. I was still using a VCR at least through 2012.
I still have a strangely fond memory of the night ABC showed Goldfinger, and for some reason I couldn't use the cable connection in the living room. So up in my room, I hooked up rabbit ears to the VCR, set the timer, splurged on the SP tape speed, and went to my night job. I checked my log: it was May 1, 1987. That tape came out so crisp and sharp, I was thrilled. On my 13-inch color set (a J.C. Penney-badged RCA model), the playback was gorgeous.
Nowadays people take tech for granted, but it was fun having the power to capture something that was supposed to fly through your grasp and disappear.
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