As I write this, I'm flying home from Squeakfest USA. Sitting here, staring at my laptop, I'm completely unable to find appropriate words to describe the magic and friendship of the last few weeks. So many passionate talks, so many stirring examples, so many last minute details and surprises. I'm tired. That much is clear. Blame it on three conferences in four weeks and roughly fifteen thousand miles of travel in between. Were it not for my many Squeaker traveling companions, I'd have curled up to hibernate long ago. Truly the best part of the last month has been the...