Maybe they're sleeping like babies.
I've been told that the most successful titans of the corporate world are blessed with nerves of steel and laser eyesight that never looks back. Needless to say, the executive locker room at Tyson Foods overflows with such high-performing determination.
And yet my own restless dreams of late have imagined the gated communities of Springdale lighting up the deep Arkansas night as Tyson bigwigs (or wannabe wigs) fitfully walk the floor with insomnia and worry.
Last week's decision by the meat processing giant to ban slaughter cattle finished on the feed additive Zilmax struck me ...