That day, Doug and I were perusing an antique shop ("Yesteryear's Leftovers & Useless Junque," on Route 66), and I spent the whole time uttering exclamations like, "Hey, I had a Raggedy Ann doll just like that one!"; "Yowza! Nancy Drew! I had every single one of those!"; and, "Holy cow! Saddle shoes and red rubber rain boots with buckles, like I wore in first grade! What is happening?!?"