I'm sure I'm not the only one who used to spend an entire afternoon traveling from one record store to another, hunting for rare, oop cds, or just titles on a long "want list". I used to call them "CD safaris" - remember them, Kevin? Hell, I think I even met Kevin for the first time in the Boston Tower Records store, only to see him again an hour later in the other local Tower as we both rummaged through a stack of discounted Japanese BNs. During these quests, you'd inevitably see familiar faces of like-minded jazz fans, and run into local musicians, critics, and colorful characters. Sadly, those days are gone. I only go to one record store now, and that's Jacks. Everything's online, and mostly downloads. Oh well, I've still got my memories, as long as my memory holds out, that it.
I have had many similar experiences and memories - and miss them too - but let's not forget that with this change comes new and different experiences. Twenty years ago I might have ran into familiar faces while record shopping; now I've made friends and talk about music on boards such as this - something that didn't exist twenty years ago. What was once a local experience has become, in many ways, international in scope. Not saying one is better than the other.
It would be nice if both experiences still existed, but things change - for better, for worse, and for things twixt the two.