I live in a state that is best known to outsiders for three former residents who weren’t from here:
The tax evader is buried about five miles from where I am sitting at this moment.
Omaha (I can say this, I’m from the same state)
That’s all I need: Illinois, land of Lincoln.
Nope, wrong river and Omaha only shares a border with one other red state. My city shares a border with 2, each less than 20 miles from where I am right now. 
I live in a place consisting mainly of a humid, stinking swamp connected to the coast by fifty miles of oil refineries, and that in any given year may be subject to a biblical flood, a hurricane or both. But we have pretty good barbecue, so there’s that.
Do you also have a gorilla?
There is a gorilla, yes.
I live in the city where two oceans meet. Only they don’t. Where we have a Doctor to clear the air, and the mountain is the only one with its own constellation (first named in my suburb).
Hah! And a Bowl, no doubt…
In my city (Montreal) - many of the suburbs/regions are known simply by their initials - the full (usually French) name takes too long to say. I live in NDG (“Notre-Dame de Gtace”); when you live in TMR (“Town of Mount Royal”, or simply “the Town”) you’ve made the big time (it’s still called a “town” with a population of 20k+), and if you live in RDP, PAT, or DDO - you’re a long way from the centre of the city.
And a maze. Quite a good one, too.
I’m not there anymore, but I used to live midway between Possum Trot and Monkey’s Eyebrow.
Voltaire described it as “Quelques arpents de neige” (a few acres of snow).
Wyoming, South Dakota, Iowa and Kansas make four red states Nebraska shares borders with. Technically five, since we have a tiny bit of border with Missouri too. Not that I’m happy about that mind you. I agree with you, the Missouri is the wrong river compared to the Mississip. Grand old girl she is. I was born in Dubuque, almost within sight of her.
It should be called “Notre Dame de Glace”, but is actually “Notre Dame de Grace”. By your standards, I guess I’ve made it, living in the “Town”.
I was born and raised in the beautiful Berkshire Hills of western MA. Now? I live in the Midwest which is, as my brother would put it, “flatter than Hepburn”. If you could lay a Level across the horizon, the air bubble would be perfectly centered. It is a featureless, flat expanse that has absolutely no beauty whatsoever. “But it’s the nation’s breadbasket!”, people rush to say. Sure, but would you want to live in your breadbasket?
I was going to guess Capetown, but I don’t think that’s quite right. 
Ha! When I lived in Missouri, we had borders with 8 states. I think only one of them is blue.
Yeah, I lived there too, for four years of college. Imagine this Iowa girl’s surprise when I got there and found out that it was The South in no uncertain terms.
My first year in grad school I shared an office with a Canadian who wrote this on one of our blackboards and kept it up there all year.
My first year in grad school I shared an office with a Canadian who wrote this on one of our blackboards and kept it up there all year.