Among the generally less pleasant bumpings-into that can happen in Park City this time of year is not the sighting of a too-cool-for-his-own-good celeb or the ice-cream scarfing studio head but the Sundance car accident. Which I had yesterday. On 224 at the intersection by the Canyons. I was heading to a screening when I was rear-ended by two very nice men who spoke no English and who were terrified at the prospect of the arrival of la policia. The men in the green truck were among the invisible workers who keep Park City---its restaurants, its ski-resorts, and yes, its Sundance, running. I couldn't blame them for the car accident. I mean, it was technically their fault, but the roads were slick, the snow was blowing, and even I was having trouble making my way through the thick traffic yesterday. In the parking lot of a 7-11, where we pulled over and tried our best to exchange information, I felt more warmth toward these men than I did toward the crowds who make their way up and down Main Street this time of year. We shook hands and wished each other buena suerte and parted ways---I to the scrum of other reporters that awaited me at a screening---and they, I hope, onto much better things.
----Julie Checkoway