We shuffle our shoes now. We’re stirring up dust. So to settle it down now, we do what we must. We’ve studied the maps, but got nowhere to go. So I’m walking the plank to get back what I know. In the settlement, are the tigers sleeping? When it’s whittled down, there’s no promise to stay out. We all were enamoured with the Hollywood myth. But when we found out, it didn’t change us a bit. There were some stirrings of doubt, but I smothered it all. If I don’t answer my phone, it’s not a good time to call.