RIP, Cord Box: Obsolete in a Wireless World
I’m writing a requiem for my cord box. If you’re a Gen-Xer or older, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
I grew up in the ’80s. Which is to say, I grew up in a wired world. Our house phone had a cord and was mounted to the wall. And every room in the house had a multitude of outlets to handle the wealth of appliances we we’re lucky enough to afford. Remember what it was like to be middle-class in the ’80s? When a family could live comfortably off of one salary? Can we bring that back?
Sorry; I digress. That’s a topic for another time. We’re talking about wires and cords and how many of them you needed to run your cable box and your video game system and your home computer (again, if you were lucky enough to be able to afford those things). That was life in the ’80s and ’90s. Then, in the ’00s, things started going wireless. Phones. Computers. So what happened to all the wires?
RIP, Cord Box: Obsolete in a Wireless World
I kept all mine. Phone cords, power strips, coaxial cables, all of them. They lived in a box–and then in a bin–in my cellar. The bin moved with me from house to house. I still have it. I dove into it for the first time in years just last week, when I attempted to hook up an old turntable. RCA cables? You know I have ’em. The right RCA cable? Sadly, the bin did not provide. No matter; the turntable didn’t work anyway.
Perhaps that’s a sign that the time has come to let go of the cord box, to close the wired chapters of my past. Perhaps it’s time to truly embrace all things wireless. The “neatness” of it all certainly speaks to my borderline OCD. But the nostalgia of that old box and all the jams it’s gotten me out of over the years is a strong pull. To quote Bilbo Baggins: “Why shouldn’t I keep it?”
Besides, I think I see an old tape deck in the stack of boxes in the corner of my cellar. And I know I have the right cord somewhere…