RCA
She was a dependable cable, the RCA or phono connector. Been around since the 1940s, with her stout, sturdy pin you knew wasn’t going anywhere. You could trust her with your tapes and CDs and video games if that was your thing.
I just pulled out the last of my RCA cables. Now I’m left with a box of them—a quarter-mile of left, right, red, green and blue in six-foot segments, each with its own unique personality. This one’s for the record player. This one was for the cable box and these ones looked great with the SNES.
But I’m all HDMI now. Feels good, too. Feels right.
