I arrived at the Raleigh Hotel late in the morning, mist rising off the dense tropical vegetation after a brief morning rain shower. The soft ocean breeze that cooled the lobby carried the distinctive clinking of cocktail glasses, already at this hour of the morning. Rather than going to my room, I moved directly to the back room where I knew the gathering of designers, planners and consultants were already at work- having what they called a “charrette”. Invited by a media consultant, I knew no one in the room, and was shown a desk in the far back corner where I would be out of the way. I quietly unpacked my instruments of the trade- a small drafting board, various pencils and pens,…