There is no sign welcoming you to town.  No graffiti from local youths claiming to be from D-town.  Not even a state prison sign on the outskirts of town.  Had it not been for a map and some landmarks, I couldn't today tell you that I was in Dillon just a few days ago.  Now, THAT is an identity problem for this hamlet, folks...

The "old" part of town, although the new part didn't look too much newer, truth be told.	So, library, bank, Baptist church?  Actually none - it's a post office.  Yesss!	I wanted to go in, but my tubby driver apparently harbors a preference for brunettes...
They will not be getting points for originality on the name of the place.	Fisherman?  In Montana.  And short of a man-made pond, it's really dry.  Note the map.	Perhaps I'm more clever than most, but Dillon doesn't start with a B.  So... I don't get it.