Several years ago, when I was what older paralegals call a “baby lawyer,” I worked for an insurance defense firm that had an event each summer called the “associate retreat” that meant going out of town for a weekend with the people I saw every day at work, so we could bond or something.  One year, all 90 or so of us were on a bus headed for the Grove Park Inn in Asheville, North Carolina…a place I’d heard was a beautiful, relaxing, and fancy hotel in a…