LIKE many folk here I'm from somewhere else, but am happy to call Gladstone home.
That is until I shuffle off to one of our city's many retirement villages at Bargara, Hervey Bay or Yeppoon.
Now when the von Bray tribe lobbed into Gladdy in 1976, we discovered the town's locals were a shy and cautious breed so all our friends were blow-ins just like us.
Back then, to qualify as a genuine local, you needed at least four generations of family history here or be able to prove that your sixth finger was starting to grow. I'm just kidding!
Three generations was usually enough.
So you can imagine my surprise when I heard recently that you only need to put in five years of hard time now to be classified as a local. Five years?
How long does it take to become a Gladstone local?
This poll ended on 26 January 2016.
Family of three generations in Gladstone
Family of four generations in Gladstone
This is not a scientific poll. The results reflect only the opinions of those who chose to participate.
Well bless my thongs, toss me a mudcrab claw and call me a local.
And if you've ever tuned into 4CD, spilled a Frosty Boys' burger down your shirt, swum in Steiner's water hole, drank Capri soft drink and PCD milk, met Cliffy Boles, hooned at the waterfront, been booted out of the town pool by old man Marr or suffered through Silly Solly's ads on RTQ7, then congratulations, you're a local too!
If you're a recent resident, then pop by each week for a blast from the not-so-distant past and, in no time at all, you'll be walking, talking, dressing and plucking your banjo like us locals; until you leave again.