Sometimes when I go running in Bozeman I notice all of the houses, the old ones and the new ones.  I love town running at night, guiltily, for the possibility of viewing the lit spectacles of other people’s lives as I race past.  I’ll sometimes see a great big brand new box house with vaulted ceilings and enormous spaces next to a worn-in bungalow or cottage. It strikes me how some people need so much.  I think about this a lot.