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While I miss my favorite cheap porn store [BB King's I think is there now] and I wonder what happened to the "slurpee" Indians who once ran those places, I do enjoy my 2am walks from Times Sq to PABT more.

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Exactly. 42nd Street west of Fifth Avenue was a big dogshit stain that reached it's biggest stink factor at Eighth Avenue. I'm glad its gone, including all those much-adored sticky-seat theaters that nobody but the homeless actually visited after 1977 or so. I lived on 46th between Fifth and Sixth from the late 80s till the mid 90s. While there are some things I miss, mostly the days before the entire city became The Apple Garden, I'd rather see tourists around than no one at all, which is what Times Square was like in the early 90s.

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It's not the same without Playland, and the grindhouse movie theatres.
And now when they closed up my favorite movie house -the Loew's Astor Plaza I felt like that Indian in the old commercials who cried when people threw trash on the road.
For a taste of the old days might I suggest reading Josh Alan Friedman's Tales Of Times Square. It's worth it for the story where Al Goldstein bets the owner of Swingers club Plato's Retreat 5 grand he can't come 10 times in 24 hours.
Hysterical.