The Vcr Ate My Brain

The VCR Ate My BrainPresident Reagan was at his ranch, sitting at a desk outdoors in the morning fog. He had just signed a tax-cut bill, and he was the soul of amiability as he fielded questions from the press. It was August, and everyone was delighted to be in Santa Barbara instead of Washington. The President's dog strolled over.Three thousand miles away, in my Manhattan apartment, I watched this scene on my 17-inch Sony as I unpacked my new video-cassette recorder---a JVC Vidstar---and remove...