As someone who was born and raised in this beautiful state, I cannot help but notice how cold it has gotten here these days. Last Friday, the wife, grandson and I were going to Livingston. We came upon an accident where a lone girl had flipped her Blazer and it rested in the right lane of the west bound traffic on its top.
Details are not important, but what both amazed me and troubled me at the same time is the fact that only one car had stopped to help. We stopped and one other after us, but how cold is it, that others just went by, irritated at the fact that they had to slow down?
Thirty or 40 years ago, there would have been 20 cars stopping to help. I know some who read this will have a plethora of excuses, but it seems that Montana is much, much colder and truly uncaring these days. Sad.