We had an air popper from the '70s. I brought it with me when I married Tim. Finally got rid of it a year or so ago, for the simple reason that you can hardly find bags of loose popcorn anymore. Whole grocery aisles devoted to the microwave stuff, so there's no need to portion it out anymore, I suppose.
But a big hot bowl of air popped corn, dowsed in melted butter (not margarine), and lots of extra salt used to be so tasty!
(I haven't had a single kernel since falling down a flight of stairs and breaking my face in Spain in May '07. My newly rebuilt teeth, gums, jaws, nose, and eye socket can't handle the hard parts of popcorn. The craving is torture!)