Remember home movies? No, not the animated show, I’m talking about the Super-8 movies Grampa made to document that Catskills family vacation or the holiday VHS recordings your dad shot using his 1980s mainframe-size camcorder. Over the years, they’d fallen out of favor at my house. I’d shoot fun, precious milestones with the phone, but nobody seemed interested in actually watching them, so I gave up.
Fast-forward to a gathering at my brother-in-law’s where he asks, “You guys want to see the Thanksgiving video from last year?” and, rather than