Betty Diaries: The Park City we’d rather not imagine

Betty Diaries: The Park City we’d rather not imagine

Imagine a cold night in January. January 24, 2024, to be exact, about 3 a.m. Temperatures were hovering in the low 20s. Snow blanketed the ground. There was a thin frost covering the chainlink fences by the pickleball courts in City Park. All was quiet near the banks of Poison Creek, save for the occasional whoosh of a car climbing Deer Valley Drive. A block away, I was fast asleep in my bed, my little dog curled up like a warm croissant beside …