So when I had this conversation with a neighbor, I knew I'd arrived.
We were hanging out at her trailer, talking about this ultra-fancy golf resort/neighborhood up on a hill outside of town. She went into a rant about how people were moving in, driving up real estate prices, and just generally causing a nuisance for the Been Here's. Then she stopped. Her mouth dropped. She waved her hand no and said:
"No I wasn't talking about you'uns. You'uns act more like old-timers than some old-timers. You raise stock, put in a garden, you live like us."
I've never received a compliment I liked more.
Local singer/songwriter, Chuck Brodsky, did a great song about this very issue and I'll share it with you here. And if you like baseball, check out his baseball ballads CD, it's a winner.
So where you live is there a divide between locals and non-locals?