I remember the first time it happened.
It was my sixth birthday, and for the one and only time, I was the coolest kid in school. Because for my party we were going to watch Star Wars—at home.
Seems like nothing now, but this was 1980. VCRs were barely consumer items—my dad had one for work—and the only video store in the entire greater Detroit area was an hour’s drive away. So the notion that we could sit down and watch the most important movie in the history of history, that we could do it at will, well. It was something.