Trains with proper dining cars with waiter service, white tablecloths and a little vase of flowers on the table.
(I’m channeling Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint in North By Northwest here)
Every apartment I’ve ever had.
School desks. Back in the old days, they were strong enough to shield kids from a several megaton blast.
Having your secretary sit on your lap to take dictation
Getting 3-sheets to the wind and driving your all-steel and glass car home
Hangin’ round the elementary school playground in a trenchcoat and a Lucky Strike dangling outta your mouth
Flipping the “Open” sign around when those people are coming down the sidewalk
I actually feel “my bad” is an improvement. “I’m sorry” can be used without acknowledging any responsibility. I can say “I’m sorry your cat died” regardless of whether it died of old age or I ran over it with my car. But when I say “my bad” I’m admitting something was my responsibility, even if it’s just a token admission.
5¢ Cokes
Burma Shave signs
Hard-working White people
Lawn darts
old fashioned games played at a picnic such as having potato sack races
A thousand times this! I have to bite my tongue every time to keep from saying, “It better not be a problem, it’s your job.”
How dare you both. Saying “you’re welcome” implies that I might not be welcome. I wasn’t thinking I was unwelcome to begin with.
Yes to this one, definitely. I walk to one in my neighborhood form my bi-weekly goatee maintenance; haircuts are much rarer. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this place somewhere before, but the barbers there are all truly old school, as you put it: they will usually finish off a haircut by shaving the back of your neck with a straight razor. The procedure is usually the same with respect to facial hair trims. I often see guys in there taking full shaves.
Plaid suits? Need it be said?
I never “got” handkerchiefs, unless intended for such purposes as wiping one’s glasses or something. If you blow your nose into one, though, how is it sanitary to walk around with a used snotrag in your pocket?
I know a guy who runs the local pizza shop. I’ve told him how unprofessional that sounds when the kids taking an order say that instead of thank you. I should hope my giving you some business isn’t a problem.
I had some great meals in the dining car as recently as ten years ago, when I took a train trip across Canada. White linen service, and a vase with silk flowers. The waiter brought me a cocktail while I perused the menu, which generally featured your choice of two appetizers, two or three entrees, and a couple of desserts. There was a small, but decent, selection of wines to accompany your meal, and coffee to go with dessert.
I need to take a long-distance train trip again; to see if the dining car is still there.
old schools
I had no idea how much of a difference this makes until I started listening to a public radio music station. What’s even better is when I can turn it on during The Local Show and have a real person choosing songs to play made by people who I saw a week ago playing in a bar.
real photo albums with handwritten captions
party hats and party blowers
pin the tail on the donkey
bobbing for apples
trick or treating with a friend door to door
having a neighbor over for coffee
handwritten invitations mailed and the same for thank you notes
fountain pens
Camping in a tent or small trailer. Not a 2.4mil bus.
Fishing. With Dad or Granddad.
**Maybe **in a canoe or jonboat. Not a 50K hot rod.
Cars. Mine all have great characterand styling.
Today? Not so much.
Writing letters, and sending them through the post.
Making a stock-pot.
Camping with just a tent, sleeping bag, an eski full of beer, and a fishing rod.
Oh, and marshmallows…gotta have marshmallows toasted on the end of a stick over your campfire.
Loooxury. 
When was that ever the case?
Gentlemen wearing hats.