Lack of deep friendship is a brutal kind of poverty.

A billionaire who had read my book, wanted to have a drink with me. We met in a pub downtown and both ordered a beer. The conversation opened up with the subject matter of the book and after taking the topic as far as we reasonably could, we moved onto conversations around normal life. We talked about business, our mutual love for skiing and the Yankees. Regular guy stuff.

We’re both in our mid 50’s and had a good chuckle together on how our joi...