Walking into the Compass Atelier in the Washington D.C. area earlier this month felt like stepping into a time capsule and a sanctuary all at once. The room was absolutely packed. It got so hot downstairs because there must have been over 150 people crammed into the reception room and the surrounding corridor. It was standing room only. But looking around that space and seeing the faces of my old friends and colleagues made it a truly wonderful afternoon. It was incredibly bittersweet. We...