Yeah, there was definitely that. But, also, my Mom was doing the antique show circuit, and in those days that meant a lot of setting up in the concourses of the various malls and sitting there for hours hoping someone would buy the stuff so you didn't have to load it back in the car.
Fortunately, by the time the Reagan '80s were in full swing I was driving and I was able to visit the malls on my own terms, often with my friends, to hit the movies and the video arcades. That's also around the time that I started building my tool collection, and that meant Sears Craftsman. I spent a TON of time cruising the tool aisles in a bunch of Sears stores in Central Pennsylvania. I still miss the smells -- that rich oily smell from the coatings on the tools, that sharp, tangy smell from the plastic used on the screwdriver handles -- and the sound of sockets and wrenches clanking together... all of that's gone now, and I get really nostalgic when I think about those days.