As Times Square looks at new ways to market to the masses, the nostalgic long for the days that neon signs were selling a very, very different thing. Jeremiah's Vanishing New York has just found some photos of the area from the 1990s, and he says, "I used to love walking up and down 42nd Street between Broadway and 8th. The sidewalks were unclogged by tourists and there were no peddlers begging to sketch your caricature or write your name on a grain of rice. The only barkers barking called out, 'Girls, girls, girls, one dolla, one dolla, one dolla.'" And of course the ladies and the lack of tourists weren't the only thing different; he recalls the buildings being lower and constructed of brick, saying, "They were human-sized, manageable."