city feeling

Bozeman gives me a great vibe. I was trying to explain to my dad how different cities and towns project a certain attitude and sense of community. Without doing more than heading into a grocery store and taking a quick walk through the downtown I built an opinion and formed judgements of Bozeman. I feel that there is a mutual respect between residents in addition to an integrity that demands a respect for the city. It is clean, stylish, and seems to thrive on local business. The dreaded commercial expanse that seems to be taking over western Montana is clearly separated from the character and longevity of the city center. Wal-Mart was the very last piece of shit before you got back on the freeway. The 2nd best place next to non-existent.

It's pretty neat when you can meet someone that grew up within 45 minutes of where you did. Enter Anne from St. John's.

Buddha and I exited Bozeman through the fore mentioned commercial expanse and made our way to Three Forks which is the home of the Missouri River head waters. We dipped our toes and then set up 'camp' in the Element. Buddha asked me this morning if I would carpet the platform. She said she was hesitant to toss and turn because of the fear of splinters. I'll have to get on that.

Currently, I'm sitting in the Venus Rising Espresso House in Butte. A working city. It's raining, which I haven't complained about because it is cleansing the Element and the 2 inches of gumbo that was applied as we made like leaves and got the fuck out of Pine Grove.

Pardon my French.