Every stampede needs a visionary. A special someone to see the potential in wandering beasts and focus them into blind loyalty to me--The Future. While a direct descendant of The Past, and carrier of its DNA, I feel no real need to plot the plops of the wandering herd. I need only know where they were so I step around them.
Okay, this is all about getting John, Norma Timpkins, and Poppy working towards a common goal. The key is not to dangle a salad bar in front of them, just the blue cheese crumbles.
