...if Marty McFly lived in Butte, MT! Snort laughs. Skinned Knees. Gross sister kisses. Crisp August breeze (or is it freeze?). Oh, the stories you'll tell your children's children. Over coffee, Drinking hot cocoa on a rainy day, Traveling like Marty McFly in his Dalorean- The "remember when..." we all say, Spurred by the reminder of a photo on our wall, The deafening squeals and angry tears as we used to play.