Do you ever just drive, walk, or bike around town and find yourself amazed at the pace of change in Bozeman? I first moved to town in 2018 after spending my early life in Dillon, going to school in Missoula, then trekking out to Seattle for my first professional gig. (I eventually moved back to Bozeman save money on rent - dumb move on my part). Turns out, a lot of things had changed since my visits to Bozeman as I grew up. I remember going down 19th Street with my parents and seeing acres and acres of picture-perfect alfalfa fields - a far cry from what's visible from that terrible stretch of road today. We'd get my mom her haircut, my dad would take me and my brother to a sporting goods store or lunch, then pick her back up for a run to the mall, Walmart, Costco, then back home to Dillion. (In my later years, the downtown bar scene became a bigger priority, of course).