Record stores. Not used record stores or hipster shops, but actual records stores like Tower, NRM, Peaches, etc. It actually didn't hit me that they were completely gone in the US until I visited the UK and got all jazzed about a shopping spree at HMV and stopped and thought "wait oh shit". Took my kid to one on a family trip to London and he actually said "wow is this how people used to buy music", like a starving orphan stumbling into a Vegas buffet. Streaming is ass and must die.
Didn't realize how much I missed copious amounts of Christmas decoration until moving from a bugman urban hole to the Free State of Florida right before the holidays -- like going from black and white to blinding technicolor, it was awesome. Actually, Florida in general seems to be stubbornly and defiantly hanging onto a lot of 90s/00s shit that everyone else has trashed, like work ethics, friendly neighbors, physical cash, and restaurants with actual fucking menus (though even this is spotty, and I want to rub my bare balls on the counter of every restaurant that expects me to use a QR code for their menu with everyone hovering over a tattered soda-stained sticker like an angry locust, then squinting to read a small ass menu on your fucking phone -- or worse, have to install yet another bloatware app just to decide on what size wings you want with your microwaved burger).