Havre, Montana:
The name nobody can pronounce correctly the first time. No, I won’t tell you how. It’s how we seperate natives from Goddamned Californians/Easterners. 
The Hi-Line. It’s the northernmost east-west Interstate in the Lower 48. Havre is smack in the center, and it’s the biggest town on the Hi-Line as well. This makes Havre a minor confluence of culture and trade, but Great Falls is the Big Town in the region.
The Burlington Northern railroad. This is actually how Havre got its start: James J. Hill (immortalized in statuary near the train tracks, not to mention the name of the county Havre is the seat of, a statue atop fountains local vandals love to clog with soap suds) and various cronies decided that Havre would be a good midpoint for the new train route (the original Hi-Line, before the Interstate came through), thereby ensuring Havre a constant stream of cargo and passenger trains stopping there for refueling and other needs.
The Empire Builder. This is Amtrak’s ultra-luxury passenger train that stops here on its way to and from the coast. Amtrak’s decline makes some people around here really nervous.
The Havre Underground. This is related to the railroad: When the rails were being laid, the Asian-Americans, who couldn’t get rooms aboveground, made hostels and whorehouses and laundries and post offices and other essential things beneath the streets. This is wonderfully preserved and cheap tours are readily available.
Northern. Actually, MSU-Northern, the northernmost campus of Montana State University. This makes Havre the most pitiful freaking university town in the history of man.
Bootlegging. Havre is fifty miles south of Canada and it’s easy to lose yourself in the coulees and the badlands near the border. Havre was a main artery of the illegal booze trade. We still have a strong Border Patrol presence. Havre has always had a rather colorful history, full of various criminals and other less-than-savory characters, and Havre is still a place to buy drugs. Largish drug busts are not big news around here.
Really, that’s about it. Havre is a dull, dull town, unless you like drugs.