A Stop at the Wrong House… It is a story from decades ago that I’ve retold countless times. Its punchline--wadded up into a few words--sums up the conundrums that hit us daily with tornadic force. Allow me, please, to set it up: At a country shack--one that could easily be a “poster house” for poverty--a government guy knocks on the door. A “mountain man” (or woman) responds with a curt, “Whadda ya want?” greeting.