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People in Tasmania often need reminders scattered about the place that help them remember where it is that they are. The good folks at the Hobart City Council has ensured that anyone utilising Davey Street is more than aware that they're in Hobart, Tasmania and not Tucumán, Argentina. I understand that there has been some confusion about that in the past.

My apologies for leaving the post so late, but somehow I have found myself becoming active in my local community, as the newest member of the Geilston Bay Community Centre Board. Miles will no doubt be impressed, driven as he is by local pride. Couple this with asking the hard questions and making some big calls at work today, I must say that today has been a good day, personally and professionally.

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Miles McClagan said…
But she has radiation dirt put on...ah never mind...you are right, I'm massively impressed! Local pride represent y'all! It's the kind of thing I need to not only write more about, once I get through the thoughts in my head right now, but also participate in! Geilston Bay is in good hands!
Anonymous said…
It is hard to imagine not knowing where you are.

Having said that, we have a place not far from where I live with this name.

Union City, Ohio
and
Union City, Indiana

The states dividing line runs through the center of town. You can buy things on one side without tax and pay tax on the other.

Things are often considerably cheaper on one side than on the other.

It has existed this way since day one.
bitingmidge said…
How long has Tasmania been detached from South America anyway?

Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia
smudgeon said…
I was in Burnie McDonalds once & some guy asked me what year it was, and then where he was. He spent the next 5 minutes staring at his face reflected in the window. A giant flag saying "Burnie, 1999" might have been just what that poor man needed - but not all cities are as forward thinking as Hobart.
Maria Verivaki said…
if you live somewhere and you dont where that place is, bugger me if you can read...
Neva said…
I can not imagine not knowing whether you are in Argentina or Tasmania but then what do I know? My daughter is on her way to Auckland so I will ask her when she gets there if she knows where she is. Maybe after a long flight like that you are confused....loved your post!
How is life going with the 2 boys?
Dina said…
A board member! Congratulations!
So glad you had a good day, Kris.
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, no radiation dirt in Geilston Bay, thankfully.

It is a heavy responsibility, the Geilston Bay Community Centre Board. Obama should give me a call, and maybe I can give him some tips.

Abe, I regularly don’t know where I am, but that is more a philosophical conundrum rather than a geographical quandary.

When you live on an island, it never ceases to amuse me that some towns do cross borders of states and even countries. I like those towns on the NSW and Queensland border, where you can take one step and go back in time (NSW has one hour of daylight savings and Queensland does not).

Bitingmidge, a mere blip on a freckle of the universe’s backside!
Kris McCracken said…
Me, see, no-one ever had that problem when the Pulp was running at full capacity. You always knew that you were in Burnie!

Kiwi, modern life can get quite confusing.

Neva, I reckon that Auckland will have signs up, so she’ll be right!

Life with two boys is... [spins the wheel] awesome.

Dina, the delay in going through and responding has meant that I can’t remember what made it a good day! I’ve had successions of shocking days in the interim!

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