“Everglades?” I thought. “Everglades National Park?” I had once driven across Highway 41 in Florida and I don’t recall seeing many residential areas. Could there be any stategic bookclub placement businesses being run from out there in the swamp? “So whatever,” I mused in my late night revery before going to bed, “this is (a pointed text written with winsome flattery and competent editorial English) equals a load of whatever the universe can now manifest. I.e. an educational moment to definitely pass up and pass on.” But still, undeniably, a beautiful vision sent from AI for a great title: Idle Opportunities.