Chris Klein
Blockbuster video stores: A fan reminisces
Blockbuster video stores: A fan reminisces

It's a Friday night, about 6 p.m., any year during the 1990s. "Mom!" I'd shout, racing to the door the instant she returned home from work. "We need to go to Blockbuster." Time was of the essence. If we arrived at the video store past 7, we'd have no shot of scoring one of the three copies of the week's hottest new release. And then I'd be forced to trudge to the front counter, pleading with the clerk to check the return box to see if a spare "Free Willy" VHS was hiding in plain sight. Thus went the routine for me as a girl growing up in Boston, where the highlight of every weekend was renting Blockbuster flicks to watch during...