The Bohemian Grove of the BI industry convenes for the fifteenth time in just three weeks. Naturally, you ask the obvious question: Hey, Dood, are you serious? The Grove? A summit?
The answer begins with a fond recollection of the Grove. If you’ve never attended the Bohemian Grove yourself — I haven’t, though I live in the same metropolitan area — you may know of it as that century-old, mid-July pow-wow of leaders from big-iron industry, national politics, and old-time movie-making. Ronald Reagan slept there.
They ate, and they told stories, and they all went back to work a little more satisfied with the world as it was. Or not. Something in the stories coming through that fine Cuban cigar smoke might have stirred their hearts.