Late in the afternoon on the Friday of Homecoming Weekend, I was sitting at the Stone Hearth Inn in Decorah (better known to some of you as the former Hutton’s) enjoying a sublime moment of nostalgia. Everything was perfectly aligned to transport me back to 1986. The strawberry daiquiri I was sipping was just as good as the last one I had there, 25 years ago. So were the pretzels with mustard dip. And as if on cue, the radio played my favorite song by the Police. Waiting for my college friends to arrive, it was easy to imagine that I truly had been magically sent back in time, and I was loving every minute of it. The only thing missing were my pink leg warmers.