We're from Ohio!

Everybody, give me an O-H! I-O!
We're from Ohio, O-H.
We're from Ohio, I-O.
We don't give a d--n about the whole state of Michigan, 'cause we're from Ohio!

We've learned a lot this week - the meaning of high tide vs. low tide, for example, and other low country terminology. Another important lesson is that we apparently scheduled our visit to HHI during Ohio Week. Either that, or Governor Strickland opened the borders of our fair state for this week only and everyone vacated to Hilton Head.
As we drive around the island, about half of the cars' license plates indicate that they're from the Buckeye state. Any time we meet someone here, they are either from Ohio or just met 5 families from Ohio.
Yesterday is a good indication of this interesting situation. On the road, we saw a van with an Ohio license plate and a frame that indicated it was purchased at a dealer in "Wadsworth/Brunswick." Wow. Small world!
During our day-trip to Savannah (See Hannah-Savannah post), our trolley stopped to pick up some additional riders, and I noticed a kid with a red "Grizzlies" shirt. Yes, they were from Wadsworth!
To set up our trolley tour, we worked with a concierge at the Savannah Hilton. (side note - I told him that it was mom and dad's 60th anniversary. He returned the favor by offering that he celebrated his 61st anniversary the day before! He's worked at the Savannah Hilton for 40 years, and he turned 81 in May. Very impressive gentleman, indeed.) Anyway, the family obtaining his assistance before us hails from Cincinnati.
While shopping in for souvenirs, I overheard a woman talking about a shop back home in Medina. I inquired, "Medina, Ohio?" Yep. Mark asked if she had heard of or been to Grandeland! No, she hadn't had the honor.
We are surrounded by Ohioans, it seems!