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Andy Bloxham
2002

Where I Live

        I've learned how to adjust. When someone lives five miles out of all the city limits, adjustments have to be made. The most common problem I face is telling people where I live. The answer is always dependent on where they live.

        Let me explain. I live in Ouachita Parish, but only because my land rests inside of the border. My phone number directs me to a Chatham switchboard in Jackson Parish. My mailing address sends me down to Eros, also in Jackson Parish, in order to retrieve that mail. If I get a phone bill in the mail, I could just drive further down to the Phone Company and pay for it.

        West Monroe stopped at the street before mine. I guess they figured that no one in their right mind would actually want to live further out than that. Hey, lucky me. Now, it's a long distance phone call to my neighbors. I prefer to just walk to their house.

        So, when people ask where I live, it all depends on what they're used to. I'm versatile. I can adjust. If they're from Shreveport, then I'm from West Monroe. If they're from Georgetown, then I'm from Chatham. If they're from Farmerville, then I'm from Calhoun. There is no wrong answer, because there is no right answer. I live somewhere but nowhere particular.