Transplants wonder why so many older cars in Louisville have neon bumper stickers with peeled and faded lettering.
Locals remember buying records at ear X-tacy.
Transplants navigate with their smartphone.
Locals navigate using landmarks that don’t exist anymore (Toy Tiger, anyone?).
Transplants spend all summer sniffling, all autumn sneezing, and max out their allowance of Claritin before allergy season (aka the entire year) is through. And bitch about it.
Locals have a prescription for weapons-grade allergy medicine, from childhood, probably.
Transplants are surprised when Louisvillians cancel work, school, and events for a small flurry in the forecast.
Locals go straight to DEFCON 3 and ruthlessly raid the nearest Kroger for bread, milk, and dry goods if there’s a small flurry in the forecast.
Transplants apparently have real trouble pronouncing the name of the city correctly.
Locals say it with a touch of Southern twang, a hint of Eastern manners, and a little bit of sass in their britches.
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Elizabeth Myers is a Louisville writer who might not have been born in here, but certainly was bred here. Follow her on Twitter at @LouisvilleNoms.