Last weekend, I had the opportunity to visit the town where I grew up.   A great little Southern town that is now a great bigger Southern town.  Each time I return, it amazes me how much the town has grown.  Some of my closest friends still live there.  Always, I am hit with a wave of nostalgia.  I wish I could visit more often and that each visit was longer. This time it was especially hard to say goodbye after dinner on Saturday night.  I had an early Sunday morning flight to get back to my own family.  It was the weekend before spring break, and my children had a lot of homework.  The husband was working many late nights in his job as a CPA.  It was, however, good to see life-long friends. As I drove to the airport on Sunday, I listened to satellite radio.  I love the 80s music.  It reminds me of middle school and high school and the first years of college.  Such a wonderful time in my life.  I thought of my friends who I had just left and reflected more on our friendships.  The nostalgia hit hard.  That channel was doing a…