Eight high school classmates came to visit yesterday. I’d seen them at our fifitieth class reunion a couple years ago right after I bought the store and they vowed to come visit. And they did. It was a beautiful early fall day, a two-hour drive for most of them. Some have lived in our hometown all their lives, some have returned there in retirement, some live in the greater TC area, none far geographically from Menomonie. I got out my best china and silver and served salmon on my favorite fish platter. There is a level of comfort in being with people one knew in grade school and high school. You know one another at the core, even though you might not know much about the flesh of their life that developed after those early years. It’s the sort of theme in books like The Girls from Ames and what’s behind so many memoirs.