“A couple bought a house in Maine and a few weeks later their son was born at (hospital in New Hampshire). He grew up in that house, played little league, went to school and work in Maine. Lived here his whole life and when he died his tombstone read ‘he was almost one of us’”

It’s a real knee slapper. My diction is still nonregional enough that picking me out as a flatlander is easy, but I get on well enough with some of the older generational farmers in the area at least. Still, in a town of <5k it’s tough to be “from away” and be perceived as working to build with your community instead of some kind of carpetbagger trying to change folks’ way of life.