At the top of a hill, in the corner of the lot sat a blue Camry, still running. The driver, a woman, more nervous on this day than she ever had been, sat staring at the wheel. She was jolted out of her mindless gazing by the radio host yelling in that over the top voice that could only belong to a disc jockey. She turned the car off and sat very still. She still couldn't believe she was actually here. Actually going throu...