Most folks have a sense of pride about their hometown and enjoy telling others where they were born. I thought my hometown was unique since it was named for a French hero in our American Revolution. When I was very young I thought the hero must have surely lived or died there to get a statue on the “square.”
Then I found out there were another 13 cities in America named after General Marquis de Lafayette. My Indiana Lafayette was just one of many.
Recently 4 guys on motorcycles took off from here in Bakersfield to visit the other 3 cities that had a dead Mr. Baker get his field named a city. Texas, Missouri and Vermont people also get to live in a “Bakersfield.”
If you grew up in Greenville you’ll meet lots of others who did too. There are 49 Greenvilles, the most common-named city in America. 30 Franklins, 28 Springfields and 24 Washingtons are the next most popular city names.
Then there are the huge cities that don’t require a native-born to add the state name to his identity. I notice those folks say the name loudly, with pride. (“I’m from Houston”—“I’m from New York”—“Chicago”—“Seattle”) Some just use the letters or the nickname….”Big D”—“L.A.” “Philly”
I suppose the pride of being born in a city of millions stems from the ego-baggage that is attached; pro sports, theatres, galleries, 5-star restaurants, multiple universities, 16-lane freeways, etc.
Then the pride of birth goes global. We are the BEST!
The whole elitist, nationalistic, “better-than-you” thing has always felt strange to me. The only difference between me and a guy who was born in a cave in Waziristan is plain luck.
Remember the next time you ask someone where they are from; there is only one place in the world where the answer to that question is exactly truthful.
That place—-Intercourse, PA.