We can’t for-Goetz, but try Topsy turvy. In/out. Up/down. Left/right. What, which, how our country is today, who knows. I only know what it was when it worked. Newspapers wrote recently about the “subway vigilante” — 1984’s Bernie Goetz . I lived inside that story. I was there. In the courtroom. Repeatedly in Goetz’s 14th Street apartment accompanied by his now-retired brilliant attorney Barry Slotnick plus Bernie’s then-permanent houseguest — a live chinchilla. After a quick time in prison,