There is something about being an 80s kid that never quite leaves you. Maybe it is the sound of a tape rewinding. Maybe it is the way a Friday night once felt like an event instead of just another evening on the couch. Back then, you did not scroll. You drove. You walked through automatic doors under bright lights. You wandered the aisles, arguing over comedies versus action, hoping the last copy of whatever was new had not already been snatched up. If you were lucky, you grabbed candy at the counter and hurried home before the VCR clock started blinking 12:00 again.
For a lot of people, that era feels gone.
Sure, we all know about the last surviving Blockbuster in Bend, Oregon. It has become a kind of pop culture monument, a symbol of what used to be. Tourists line up for photos. Documentaries have been made. It feels like the final chapter of a story we assume is over…