We buckle up always.

I remember back in the day, when Montana roads weren’t so great, like highway 2 between Troy and Libby, or Drummond and Philipsburg, for instance, just to name a few, and we lost friends/family nearly every year it seemed, because no one ever buckled up.

It’s always good to see Paul. During our years in Missoula, we all refered to him as “Tall Paul Grimstad” … He came to us from White Sulphur Springs, and he is one of the nicest, most caring individuals you will ever meet.