I have a best friend from 8 th grade who I still joke with via texts and phone calls. We were best of friends until I moved from the Chicago area to Va. Beach, Va. the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. Over the years, we stayed in touch, lived close to each other a time or two, and then a divide fell between us for more than 30 years. After re-connecting, it’s as if the lost decades hadn’t passed. We joked like we were kids in junior high again, driving the teachers crazy. If there ...