What do you miss?

At the high holidays, Jews feel the bittersweet longing for situations of the past. My friend Ben Chorin for example, has a post up today, in which he talks about his homsickness for the dinky shteeble where he grew up. As he puts it:

Here I am, the first generation in my family in probably two millenia to be a free Jew in Eretz Yisrael, waxing nostalgic for a grimy little shtiebel tief in gulos, populated by the most tortured souls on earth

And what do I miss? The big and beautiful shul, full of those polished and practical oberlanders. It had everything over the grimy shteeble where I find myself today.

So nu. What do you miss?