I live in and around Los Angeles, and I have to say, they
certainly think of who is from where differently from most of the country. When
I was a little kid, I lived in a Colonial New England town, and while everyone
was valued, people who had the same last names of historical figures seemed to
be a cut above everyone else. Then I lived for a few years in a Gulf Coast
city, and the joke there was that if your whole family was from that city for
generations, but somehow your mother had to give birth in an adjoining municipality
due to a rainstorm, you were a “native” of that adjoining town, even if you
lived the rest of your days in the city your family was from. But here in Los
Angeles, if people know who you are, once you step off an airplane at LAX, you
are an Angelino! (<And you always were, too!)
