Don’t throw out those videotapes yet

There were three technological innovations that completely changed the way I lived growing up in the 1980s.

The microwave meant being able to cook meals without much, if any, cooking ability, or heat up leftovers with minimal effort.

We didn’t have cable, so our satellite dish — a giant one on a pole attached to the back of our house — let us watch channels other than the three or four on our TV, although they were mostly sports channels because the hill behind our house blocked most of the satellites. (Not like I was complaining.)

And then there was the VCR.

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A library, a community

When Suzi and I moved into our house, one of the first things we did was go down to the local library to get library cards.

It wasn’t just so we could borrow books, but it felt like a way to say we were part of the community.

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Getting on the Maggie Rogers bandwagon

I didn’t have the foggiest idea who Maggie Rogers was when I went to the Mumford & Sons concert last December, other than she was the opening act.

But unlike Frankie Ballard — who seemed like he was built at the Create A Country Singer Store and was killing time until Sugarland could take the stage — the way she performed said one thing out loud.

She’s gonna be good.

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What I love about “Love Actually”

I don’t usually go out of my way to watch Christmas movies or specials.

Except one.

I wasn’t watching “Sunday Night Football,” but the rest of my Sunday night would have been set regardless.

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No accounting for taste (except for mine, of course)

Because everyone’s a sucker for lists, I spent some time the other day scrolling through NPR’s list of “The 200 Greatest Songs by 21st Century Women+.

There were plenty of artists in there who I liked — the highest-ranked on my iPhone is Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep” at No. 20 — but my favorite artist (and not just woman artist), Jennifer Nettles, was missing.

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A month of finding stories

True confession time … when I decided I would try to post something every day in July (and the last couple days in June), I never thought I’d actually be able to do it.

I figured at some point I’d have unconquerable writer’s block, or I wouldn’t have time or I’d just decide I really didn’t feel like doing it, and who cares, right? I was only doing it to challenge myself, anyway.

But here we are. It’s July 31, and I’m sitting at my kitchen counter, typing away on my iPad.

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A fun night at the movies

“It’s about to get extra.”

That was what one of the guys behind my wife and I at the pre-premiere screening of “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again” last night said right before Cher made her grand entrance. (Anyone who has seen or heard anything about the movie knows Cher’s in it, so I don’t think I’m spoiling anything, although I won’t mention the cameo that go me illogically excited.)

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