Utah was not a place for me, not even for a week and a half. Even my this-will-be-an-interesting-experience adventure self said, “Run, Lady! Run!” And I didn’t run fast enough! I said to myself, “Ok, give notice and stay ’til the end of the month,” but the powers that be had other plans and I met head-on with the town patriarch via my little gray Taurus and his 65 Chevy pick-em-up truck when he came barreling around a corner on the wrong side of the road.