I no longer feel the desire to own a cactus or have a rock garden regardless of how cute that song from the Juno soundtrack about the fish who wanted to be a cactus. I no longer appreciate having to replant grass twice a year. I thought Utah had bad drivers, but I was wrong. I do believe I was passed today on the on-ramp to the freeway by a tricycle/ motorcycle/someones midlife crisis. I felt that was slightly degrading and don't think that would happen in your city, SLC. Maybe with a stolen grocery cart in which the wheels have locked because it had been taken off the grocery store's property, but not a tricycle. I am willing to respect your metering lights from now on. I will appreciate custard for all the glory that it holds. I will frequent the DI more often and find the treasures that it holds. I will no longer stare at the one black person in town like they are an alien. I am willing to change, Salt Lake. Perhaps we could work out a deal, maybe?