Mr. Salty pretzel sticks.
sitting on the porch in the summer evenings watching fireflies dance on the lawn. (No porches anymore.)
always knowing there was somebody to look out for me.
my aunt. 
Etes-vous Belge? If so, you should mention Hergé/Tintin.
Because Tintin is on my list.
Here they are in order of importance…
One of my best friends, Bob who died of colon cancer at the ripe old age of 38
WallyM7
On a lighter note…
Being able to find jeans that fit well
juju beads and Slo Pokes
The Beatles and The Police
Monty Python
WLS- AM At it’s prime in the 70’s (Can you say Animal Stories)
A good (keyword good)Stephen King novel
My dog when he was a puppy, now he’s a demon mutt from hell… but I still love him.
The CSUDH library on wednesdays after school.
Lucifer Bob Nothorian I, I have yet to find where my mom put him, and I loved that stuffed aminal too.
Long, hot, toe-curling, feel-it-all-over, never-want-it-to-end kisses.
Biting my lip (don’t ask, there’s only one person who really needs to understand it, e-mail me or tell when you do)
My life before CAMS
Carlos
Kitty
… Greg Moore
… Garth Brooks releasing an all-new album every year
… the days when I could listen to the radio without coming across a song that makes me cry at least once an hour
… the Mississippi Gulf Coast
… My Little Ponies
… playing make-believe
My best friend in the whole world, who moved to Texas a couple of years ago.
The fog in San Francisco.
My carefree, misspent youth.
I miss Calvin and Hobbes, and since my son has grown to like them, too, I miss my Calvin and Hobbes books.
I miss Qwisp–the cereal. It was one of my childhood favorites. (Thanks for the reminder, Qwisp. There was also a Quake cereal that was identical in taste to Qwisp, but was a different shape.)
I miss Robert Heinlein.
I miss my dad…fishing with him, talking with him, just knowing he was there.
I miss St. Elsewhere.
I miss summer.
I miss AMC 401s and $0.12 per gallon 102-octane leaded gas.
And Adam-12 (which reminded me of the other)
… my grandma
… being able to play make-believe, and thinking that I could be Wonder Woman, if I really wanted to.
… having good eyesight and not needing glasses.
… “the reading bathtub” The local library had taken an old footed bathtub, lined it with foam and blankets, and piled in a bunch of pillows, and set it up in front of a window facing the park. I loved climbing in there and reading for hours when I was a kid.
Big V-8 engines
Pontiac Bonniville 400, with 400 CID v8 and 4 barrel carb and Turbo 400 tranny. Ran like hell.
My Mom’s Oldsmobile, circa 70. olds 455 Police Interceptor with 4 barrel. Yikes. Who needed a rocket sled?
MY van being in working condition (Damn you Jackson!)
that Red Ford Ranger with 2.9 v6. Ran great. Wonderful for shooting in and out of traffic.
the 86 Chevy s10, 4.3 liter v6 “Warmed Over”, with 5 speed. it was hard keeping tires on the rear.
Summers in the above Chevy s10, delivering parts and blasting the radio. Lots of fun, despite driving 1500 miles a week in the Jackson Metro Area
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Oh…
My Sanity
Sleep
Peace and Quiet
quiet dinners with my wife.
…snow. (I’m spending a few years in L.A.)
…decent public transit. (ditto)
…Harvey’s. (A Canadian burger joint, if you haven’t heard of it.) On a similar note, I also miss Tim Horton’s donuts.
…being able to watch South Park without needing cable.
…“Oh Henry” bars, “Crispy Crunch” bars, all sorts of Nestle products.
Man, I can’t wait to get home for the holidays…
I also miss Tige, the dachshund we had when I was a kid.
God, yes. We need less novels on the subject of little girls getting caught in the woods and so forth…more Shinings and scary animal semataries. (How can this one be last in order of importance?!) 
I thought I could just post and run, but you guys have reminded me of too much, so now I have to add:
I miss:
Dreaming about all the stuff I was going to do when I grew up.
Getting out of bed with nothing hurting.
Having a candidate I could feel good about, instead of trying to pick the one who will do me/us the least damage.
and also:
Jack Benny.
Groucho, Harpo, and Chico.
I even miss Gummo and Zeppo.
Jimmy Stewart, I really miss Jimmy Stewart.
Many, many more actors, singers and musicians from my youth.
My '53 Chevy half-ton, that would run on anything, even kerosine, and never died.
My '56 Chevy Bel-Air, 56 Triumph TR2, '57 TR3, and a host of wonderful old, eccentric, cars, trucks, and motorcycles I’ve owned.
My Dad.
Vikki, Bob, & Karen, cancer victims.
Whattaburgers (sp?)
Being 10 foot tall and bulletproof.
Jennifer.
The excitement and anticipation of Christmas.
There’s no ‘magic’ anymore.
Oh god, yes. Bloom County. Oh, my.
My Jeep with all the cds in it, some of which can’t be replaced.
Falling in love without having all the doubts and picking it to pieces.
John being my boyfriend. We’re still best friends, but my, wouldn’t he have made a perfect life partner? Sigh.
The ability to do absolutely nothing totally guilt-free.
Not getting hangovers.
Miles Davis, Dizzy Gillespie and a dozen other jazz musicians.
My grandma’s cheesecake.
Waking up at dawn on a Saturday in Southern Illinois. Beautiful.
…my naive innocence.
…my cat Muffin.
…the village I created in the drawing room made of shoeboxes, and the troll castle I made from cardboard boxes.
…Evan, my good friend who moved away around 7 years ago.
…going on vacations to Virginia Beach with my parents and brother.
…going on drives in the country with my family just for the heck of it, like when the leaves turned color.
…Mexico.
…the plans I made with my two cousins to live in a ten-story mansion with our husbands and treasure and a million cats with a pool and mini golf course on the top floor.
Reminds me of this quote:
“When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I’ll know I’m growing old.” --Lady Bird Johnson
Christmas is never exciting to me anymore either. Heck, my family sleeps in and reluctantly wakes up to open our presents. Then again, last year my dad was in the hospital an hour away for Christmas, so it sucked, and it’s ruined my Christmas’s for years to come.
It would have to be my grandmother’s cooking…love that Polish food…I, of course, also miss her and my grandfather…sob
… my best friend
… the normality of having a boyfriend as opposed to being with my girlfriend (don’t tell her that)
… lying on the couch watching tv with my sisters
… real food (college student)
… snow and seasonal change (college student in florida)
… my pet chicken and my cats