This is a poll to see where most of the Dopers live. I personally live in Little Rock, Arkansas. Where do you live?
Hey, if I wanted you to know that, I’d have filled out the Location field in my profile…
Yeah. Me too.
I live in Dewar Oklahoma. It’s an itty bitty town south of Tulsa. If you are ever in my neck of the woods, stop on by!
my wife says i live in my garage! (not too far from the truth!)
I’m from Seattle WA USA, Moved to Portland OR USA, then to a small town on the coast of Oregon called Seaside.
I’m not a small town person so I’ll be returning to Portland in a few months.
But like above… my wife says I live in the recording studio 
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Northeast Pennsylvannia, in the middle of nowhere.
What Osiris said…
Next up-What’s Your User Name?
Soon to be followed by- Log In If You Post On The SDMB and What’s Your Post Count?.
You forgot What’s your SD status/title?
I live in Mount Dora, Florida, just across the alley from the Parkside Inn. I’m planting Impatiens and Cactuses (cacti?) tomorrow.
Mt. Dora is 30 minutes north of Orlando, along 441. My sweet angel lives in Orlando, about 65 minutes away (due to traffic).
My mommy lives in Lake Mary, with her husband, the judge.
My daddy lives in Sanford.
My username is AlbertRose.
Do I have to do the “Walk a straight line” test now?
I live in a very small dorm room.
In the city listed to the left.
-Loopus
I live in a small town like many small towns. Glutted with cheap overpriced home construciton, it’s old sweet Main Street turning to ashes before our eyes because the Town Fathers and Mothers decided to whore out themselves, and sell off land so we can also have an immense Home Depot and Wal-Mart nearby.
It’s a place with ponds and Canadian Geese. You can get an old-style haircut just on the pond, in a barber-pole adorned shop. Or, you can go to a Salon in town. You can go and play on the surplus Air Force Jet that sits in the park near the ponds.
You can sit and watch the fireworks, put on by the local volunteer firefighters.
I can ice skate on the ponds in the winter. I’m ten minutes from Big Sprawl, and 15 minutes from horse country. I can hang out with the local tailor who is also the Mayor. I can read about the increase in heroin busts this year in the local town paper.
It’s the story of America man, and I’m livin’ it. It’s the diner with the green tinted windows and relentless mirrors and excellent omlettes. It’s the roadhouse bar where the bikers hang and have the best bands within 30 miles, so they say.
It’s not quite Peyton Place, and it’s almost The Last Picture Show, except in color and wide-screen.
It’s a dying way of life, and one I’m mourning prematurely.
Cartooniverse
Don’t forget this mystifying thread title, “What’s your post count?”
760
In a box.
Under the stairs.