Five generations ago, Lacy Roberts‘ great-great-greats (should there be another “great” in there?) planted their pitchforks in the dust of Montana. Then Lacy left that dusty place and went Out East to college. She started realizing that her friends had weird and romantic notions about where she came from. That led to her grandpa sort-of educating them about what the REAL Montana is like. It involves discovering rap music, her grandma’s head lice, the Pony Express and, well, just listen to what else is in here. Because we should all be so lucky as to be educated by Lacy’s grandpa.