I once had to virtually act as a translator between a Cajun from Alexandria, Louisiana and a Downeasterner from Bar Harbor, Maine. The Cajun (of exiled French Canadian ancestry) could manage to get the name "New Orleans" down to ONE syllable--"Narls". The Yankee pronounced his home as "Baaa Haaabaa". As a teen, I had trouble finding "Cuber" on the map when Kennedy spoke.

I love regional differences, it would be a boring world without them.