The scent of my grandparents’ house.

It had a very distinctive sweet aroma. I was never sure what is was, and I never asked. The scent followed them when they moved into a condo in a retirement facility. The last time I visited them in their condo was 2019, and they’ve both since passed away.

They gave me a book many years ago, the pages of which used to smell like their house. I know if I dig that book out of storage, it might still have a trace scent in it. But otherwise, it is now just a memory.

The Cheesy Gordita Crunch used to be $0.89. Not 99, EIGHTY-NINE cents. Now it’s like $3.79. Used to be my favorite thing on the menu, but there’s no way I’m paying that much for it now. I tolerated $0.99, $1.09, even $1.19 but $1.29 is where I said “no”. Haven’t had one since.

The city made my grandparents cut down their weeping willow because it was taller than the electrical lines. That tree was like 40 years old and massive. Then they cut down all of the willows at the city park to build in a stupid marina. We used to have willows.

Lettuce.

Hudson’s department stores. It was an upscale regional chain comparable to Macy’s or Marshall Fields. The buildings themselves still mostly exist, but the remaining ones got converted into Macy’s years ago.

What I miss can never happen again. There was some mystery of the world lost with the internet. I miss opening a pack of magic cards and that was what you got, no hand picking the best build online. I miss hearing my friend say some bullshit in a game, and the only way to discover the truth was to try it. I am thankful for the speed of information nowadays and how much more accessible the world is. But sometimes I’d like to recapture that magic of the unknown, the closeness of having to converse with others to even guess at the depth of your hobby.

Freaking out my friends BBS modems by calling it and whistling into the phone.

In-N-Out pink lemonade. They switched to fake sugar and it just isn’t as refreshing as it used to be.

There was an helado shop very near where I live now, just a wonderland of flavors, nice lady with a hundred tuna of different interesting mostly fruit flavored ice creams. Not expensive. It’s s been gone for years and I still miss it.

Also there was this house I used to pass on my way home that had a crazy paint job, I think it had been orange and someone tried to cover that with green - the result was a house that looked like it was ripening and I just loved to see it. Eventually someone “fixed” it by making it gray, I miss it.

Taco Bell and the Quesarito.

Fuuuck, why did they remove it? It was the whole reason to go to Taco Bell!

Altoids Sours, specifically the mango ones. Those were my absolute jam. Probably for the best, in regards to the structural integrity of my hard palate.

I miss places that weren’t overrun with traffic.

I lived in LA right at the end of “it’s LA. Everything is 20 minutes from everything else.” Which was mostly true other than a rush hour that politely lasted from 3:30 to 6:00pm. Only places like The Valley or Long Beach or Montebello/West Covina took 30+ minutes.

Every time I visit now, everything is stop and go traffic. Not just there, every major city. Road infrastructure hasn’t, and can’t realistically, keep up with basic population growth. Sprawl is a disease. It’s urban planning cancer.

Sex. Minus the “deeply personal.” Well, minus the “deeply.”

Trader Joe’s Belgian Chocolate Pudding. It made any other chocolate pudding taste like milk. Petit Pot comes close but it’s not in a tub and it’s not quite as rich. I used to eat it with fresh strawberries.

Seasons 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6 of Firefly.

I also miss Sobeys (Canadian grocery chain) Take n Bake pizza. They changed to a new recipe many years ago. I bought one of their new pizzas, it was very disappointing.