The other day, a friend visited us from my small town of Jeffersonville, New York. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of decades so it was a good visit to catch up.  The funny thing about small towns and growing up in one is that you all know the same people because you all went to school together, shopped at the same store, and ate at the same places.  You are immediately part of a familiar clique because you both remember the same teachers, the same area, etc.  The names may have changed as people married and some moved on, but you will always call it home.  She and her husband visited our store and then went to Mel’s for lunch.