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I was born in Clinton, Mississippi, which had 1,500-2,500 people when I was growing up - a village.
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
Massachusetts, which is hard to spell, it is hard not to
With the exception of my wife and children, there's nothing I value more than my Oklahoma heritage.
Just when I think it couldn't get any bigger, 'Tuskegee' reaches a new level of success.
Canada - they won't like me saying this, but it's really like it's a part of Michigan, that area.
Where I'm from? A little town called none of yo god damn business.
Newaygo County, Michigan, is a strangely beautiful, yet almost fearful land. Its muscular forests flex around sodden lowlands.
I loved Mississippi and do to this day. The rainbows that stretch from horizon to horizon after a summer rain are the most spectacular I have ever seen.
New Orleans. Born and raised. I lived there until I was 19.
Moorcroft with a small pasture
Tate University - a large football stadium with a college attached.
Kansas City, that's like in Kansas, right?" I ask. "Missouri," Frank and Dad both correct.
The Mississippi River towns are comely, clean, well built, and pleasing to the eye, and cheering to the spirit. The Mississippi Valley is as reposeful as a dreamland, nothing worldly about it ... nothing to hang a fret or a worry upon.
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
My parents were working in a hospital in Memphis. But I didn't live there for any length of time that I remember. The first thing I remember is the town in Mississippi that I live in now, Charleston.
I went to Norman High then I walked across the street after that and went to college. That's my home town, that's where I'm from. Physically I'm a Texan, but I'm an Oklahoman.
Mi-yammi! The extraordinary city, with its Judeo-Cubano population, its mix of surgical-appliance and sex-fetishist obsessions, takes the American melting pot past the boil. It represents pretty much everything Patrick J. Buchanan hates.
I'm proud of where I come from. A lot of people leave Mississippi, and their claim to fame is somewhere else. But I have so many moral values that made me the person I am now.
Before Alaska came along and ruined everything, one of every twenty-five square miles in America was Montanan. This much space has nurtured a healthy Cult of Place in which people find perfection, even divinity in the landscape.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
I was born and raised in southern Utah.
Louisiana, the state road maintenance forgot.
I have an affinity for Africa, especially East Africa, and Kansas looks very much like that.
When people think about Michigan, they usually think about cars.
Salish Kootenai College
I was brought home to a trailer in Highland, MI.
You can't just leave a Mississippi Mud Mountain half-eaten! We leave no cupcake behind!
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
Oh, honey, I'm from Oklahoma! This is who I am - middle-class all the way!
I'm Lakota Sioux.
Hung Island, Georgia,
I can't escape being born in Pike County, Kentucky, grandson of a miner, Luther Tibbs, and his wife, Earlene, and traveling as a child up and down Route 23 between Kentucky and Columbus, Ohio, where I was raised, experiencing life via working-class people. Nor do I want to escape.
We'd been living in the Arkansas Ozarks, then the Missouri Ozarks, because it is so inexpensive and does have natural wonders, but we shuffled things and moved to San Francisco, the corner of Dashiell Hammett and Pine.
I know that Montana is the greatest place in the world to raise a family, to start and grow a business. You know it, and I know it and now we will tell the world.
Home in Missoula,
Home in Truckee,
Home in Opelousas,
Ain't no home for me.
Home in old Medora,
Home in Wounded Knee,
Home in Ogallala,
Home I'll never be
The Indian Territory Mission,
The Mississippi Delta is not always dark with rain. Some autumn mornings, the sun rises over Moon Lake, or Eagle, or Choctaw, or Blue, or Roebuck, all the wide, deep waters of the state, and when it does, its dawn is as rosy with promise and hope as any other.
on the outskirts of Johnson
We are in the midst of an exciting canvass ... I am working very hard in politics as well as in other matters. We are determined that Mississippi shall be settled on a basis of justice and political and legal equality.
Why die on Mars when you can live in South Dakota? South Dakota, you can live here.
Everyone thinks because you're from the south you know everyone down there, but it's not like that; I never knew nothing about no Mississippi.
I spent 18 years in a small Mennonite town in the middle of the Canadian prairies.
For a long time, I didn't think I wanted to live in the Ozarks or write about the region. It seemed to be a sure recipe for obscurity, and to be obscure was not my conscious ambition.
I'm from Michigan and a down-home girl.
I feel like I can be myself in L.A. I feel like Mississippi is a little close-minded; not all of Mississippi is, but just the part that I came from. They really don't get outsiders.
Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.
I would love to be in Kansas.
My family is from a tiny town in Alabama. So all I wanted to do was get out of this town.
I met my wife in South Dakota.
I grew up in Louisiana and spent my formative years there. There's a contradictory nature to the place and a sort of sinister quality underneath it all.
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?
The campus is an oasis, settled in an otherwise nondescript town in rural America. A place where the grain elevator and the railroad grew together.
Bumble-fuck, Minnesota.
I grew up in Montpelier, Indiana. It's a little town in the northeast corner of Indiana. It's a rural community; about two thousand people, a very much hometown U.S.A. kind of thing.
Thunder Point, Oregon, because
Because I grew up in McAllen, we would watch Televisa a lot.
Grew up in Stapleton House village, where blood flood the waters in the streets like oil spillage
According to some Eastern religion, there is a belt that goes across the world, and I've heard that Minnesota is right in the heart of this spiritual-creative belt of energy.
I kind of forget what it's like to be a dude who grew up in the south sometimes. I want to refresh my memory and remember why I love it [there] so much.
I got started in Oklahoma. That's where I was born. Population down there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.
I'm a Kansan by residence, a Missourian by employment, a Louisianan by birth, Southern by the grace of God, and a Tybee Islander at heart.
Oklahoma's always been good to me.
I grew up in Minnesota. Four generations of my father's people are buried there.
What unites Oklahomans today is what has always united us: Our unshakable faith. Our love of family and compassion for others. The unlimited promise of a hopeful future.
I might go to some tiny little town in Idaho with, like, three people living there.
I'm from Middlesboro, Ky., a little town on the Tennessee and Virginia border.
McKinney, Texas is the number one place to live in the country. It's certainly the number place to live in Texas according to Forbes and all these other. Wonderfully integrated, it's upscale.
Waste cilake," Sioux for "I love you,
I was born in Evanston,
Stock runnin' on the plains south of the Platte all the way
I'm fortunate to live in Wyoming, one of the most beautiful, pristine places in the world.
I never found a place where I wanted to live more than Alvin (Texas).
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world ...
We have lost a true public servant with the passing of Alan Nunnelee, who dedicated so much of his life to improving Mississippi, my thoughts and prayers are with Tori and the entire Nunnelee family at this sad time.
Minneapolis was small, somnolent, and full of Swedish and Norwegian farmers as charming as cornstalks.
I see more genuine sociability between the races in Mississippi than I see in Michigan. No question.
Other than an apparant Underworld gate, I had no idea what was in Kansas. Hay bales? Dorothy?
I come from this really small town near Nashville, Tennessee, where everything was la-di-da and normal.
When you're from Weir, Mississippi, almost everywhere you go looks like the big city.
The proudest thing I can claim is that I am from Abilene.
Are they Russian by way of the Ozarks?
I live on a ranch in Utah for now, but I'm gonna move. I've got another ranch to move to, but its location is a secret. When I get there, I'm gonna plow the road in behind me.
I love living in Michigan, which has been great for my kids and my family.
any city or town in the Upper Midwest that's known more for what it used to make than what it makes now.
There's America, there's the South, and then there's Mississippi.
My mother's families were Mennonites or Anabaptists that came to Minnesota from Russia. They were actually moving around Europe doing diking and lowland reclamation work, and they moved into Minnesota.
I grew up in Michigan, in a very small town, Centreville. In my graduating class, I had like 92 people.
Minnesota! It smelled like raspberries and sunlight and tender grass. It was summer and everything was more beautiful than any picture she had carried with her ... There had never been a place in the world as beautiful as Minnesota.
In my heart, I'm an Alabaman who went up north to work.
Mississippi gets more than their fair share back in federal money, but who the hell wants to live in Mississippi?
Muscat is like a mind-altering drug. A stroll in its streets is like getting drunk for the first time
I grew up in Columbus, Indiana, a kind of industrial and farmland place.
It would appear that the state of Mississippi has decided to maintain white supremacy by murdering children.
I always thought of myself as a good old South Dakota boy who grew up here on the prairie.
Thriving metropolis. Home to dozens.
Dedication To all who now, or have ever, called Michigan home. Its natural, glimmering beauty and fascinating history had me stuck in an almost permanent daydream. It is easy to love a place with so much magic.
I used to be in the real estate business, and I have three areas of interest: Chickamauga Lock, Chickamauga Lock, and Chickamauga Lock.
In the summer of 1954, after several years in Austin, Minnesota, our family moved across the state to the small, rural town of Worthington, where my dad became regional manager for a life insurance company. To me, at age 7, Worthington seemed a perfectly splendid spot on the earth.
Though slavery is thought, by some, to be mild in Missouri, when compared with the cotton, sugar and rice growing states, yet no part of our slave-holding country is more noted for the barbarity of its inhabitants than St. Louis.