I just returned from a college reunion. We get together for a weekend of total chaos once every five years, and when I say "we," I mean everyone. I believe the semi-official rule is that you're invited if you spent a semester at the program. And when I say "chaos," I mean meetings and classes and shared meals and dancing and lighting fires. And, two nights ago, an impassioned speech about fundraising by a dude a greatly admire, who happens to have been my adviser (poor guy). I actually teared up. It was nuts. One of the many things I