My 1979 Chevy pickup has me driving into Bozeman with its downtown spruced up bright and cheerful for the holidays. It’s cold outside. I’ve been battling a cold for three days to make matters worse. Savor this time of the year, people say. They’re convinced there’s something special about it.
Now is not the time for a cold. Not sure there's a good time, but being in the thick of one on a day like today isn’t sitting right. This is my first visit to this town. The deep winter chill isn’t affecting Montana’s charm. I can see why Danny moved here a few years back.