I’ve been unusually lax in writing on Davos Newbies recently. It’s not the summer doldrums.

In fact, I’m busier than I have been in ages with work. That’s all to the good. But tomorrow I’m taking a couple of days off to go to my hometown, Chicago, for my junior high‘s 36th reunion. Thirty-six doesn’t have any particular significance, but the endlessly energetic classmate that has organized the event only got around to it this year.

Three years ago I went to the 25th reunion of my Princeton graduating class and had a thoroughly interesting, enjoyable time. But I’m far more eager to see my Glencoe friends, many of whom I’ve known since we were five- or six-years old. And virtually all of whom I haven’t seen in at least 32 years.