From time to time, people ask me where I'm from. "I'm from Arkansas," I say brightly.
"You don't sound like you're from Arkansas," the people say suspiciously. (I think this roughly translates as: "You speak English like a Chicago Jew.")
"No, really," I say. "You can check my birth certificate. I was born in Fayetteville." (When I say "Fayetteville," I try to pronounce it in two syllables, like my friend from Little Rock says it: Fayt-ville.)
The people don't buy it. "How old were you when you left Arkansas?" they ask knowingly.