Every year—assuming that a pandemic isn’t raging—the Futures Industry Association hosts a conference in Boca Raton, Florida. It’s by far and away my favorite conference of the year (yes, even more than our own) for two reasons. First, as a journalist, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel—lots of great sources are gathered in one resort and since there’s fuck-all to do at night, they stay and mingle around the compound, often drinking and talking freely about their rivals. The second reason to