When I was a junior high kid — maybe even younger, my friends and I used to go into Hoffman’s on the west side of Princeton’s Main Street and buy friendship rings for each other. They were these gold or silver bands that cost about $2 back then. Obviously, they weren’t real gold, but it didn’t matter to us. We exchanged them with our youthful boyfriends. It was a really big deal to give one and an even bigger deal to get one.