At about 9:00 at night on May 27th, 2014, I popped San Antonio into the VCR I'd just hooked up to my laptop. To make a test. Diana had just bought me a device so I could digitize my parents' -- now our -- VHS Collection to something less ... bulky. More ... easily manageable. This was Diana's idea, you see, as I couldn't see any reason to attempt such a thing. The 1400 VHS were neatly shelved, in order, in one of our closets. And we had my Dad's handwritten Catalog listing them all, so if one might call it a little ... bulky, well, it was certainly manageable. As you can imagine my perfectly reasonable rationale didn't fly so well; so Diana bought me this device and I made the test.
And my Dad jumped on it.