True. Imagine standing in a huge noisy, florescent-lighted hall after an exhausting cross Pacific flight.  You creep forward slowly in line at U.S. customs.  You’re getting closer to the head of the line. Slow. Maybe you’re sweating a bit.  After all you have three live, endangered iguanas hidden in your prosthetic leg. What! Yes!  Three iguanas.  Alive! You get to hear about this because the heinous Jerome Jameson was caught smuggling them.  No one asked him what his goals were, of course.  Anyhow, he might have limply replied, “The money, of course.” And they would have left it at that.  …