To quote an old country song (Tracy Lawrence's) "Time Marches On". What you're talking about happens to every generation in dang near every aspect of life. I used to hear my dad (when I was kid) talk about missing the shops that sold malts, root beer/"coke" floats, candy for a penny etc. I had no idea what he was talking about except when I was able to watch the Andy Griffith Show and Opie would go to the "Soda Shop" and I could see what "Daddy" was talking about. Fast forward over 30 years later. I'm now beginning to experience what my Dad did with my kids and today's culture. There are some things that I experienced in my childhood my kids will never get to experience. And the very few things that are still around that I enjoyed as a kid they care nothing about. I'm sure in 30 years (as I did with my dad), they will be in my shoes with their kids.Pretty much how I feel also. I romanticize often about the great times, places, and people I shared those days with as an undergraduate in Tuscaloosa. It was one of the most enjoyable times of my life, but it was a different time and place and most of those people I have never seen since graduation. The University of Alabama in my heart and memory no longer exists, that, to me, is sad, but it is life. We have friends in Tuscaloosa that we visit each fall when we attend the once a year game. I always look forward to that trip, but know I will be disappointed with what the University has become and, the total commercialization of the "game day experience". On our Sunday drive home after the game, I always ask my wife, "why in the hell do we do this every year knowing how we will feel for weeks after the trip". Maybe some day I will finally accept the fact that "you can never go home again".