I miss my show recording VCR. And businesses that advertised in the Yellow Pages. Not the Impact Directory, not the Yellow Book. Nor any other Yellow Pages wannabe. I miss my ‘56 Pontiac that had the heater under the driver’s seat. I miss shoes that last longer than 3 months. I miss car A/C systems that used R-12 refrigerant. I miss the smell of leaded gasoline. I miss car engines that you could see when you opened the hood. I miss not having a trash, a recycling and a compost cart in my driveway. With the city’s trash collection company’s logo emblazoned on them in large, easy-to-read print, like there was another trash company in town that you might hire…