Your dead Aunt Irene still votes in every election.

The officers of your Holy Name Society are the guys with the highest bowling scores.

You're convinced that anyone or anything North of 35th Street might as well be Wisconsin.
(You might even like to run the line of demarcation a little further South, but you don't want to exclude Comisky.)

The most important parade of the year takes place on Western Avenue on the Saturday before March 17th.

The music at your wedding included either an accordion or bagpipe player.

You consider the Crosstown Classic the most important sporting event of the year.

You or any member of your family have been thrown out of a Hawks game.

Not only do you know the difference between Crawford and Pulaski, but you know that Crawford is NOT the name of Pulaski's horse.

Your idea of haute cuisine is marinating your brats in beer BEFORE grilling them.

You are convinced that you had a beer with Slats Grobnik down at Riley's.

You are planning to go down to the Jewel's or the Dominick's later on to pick up more Old Style.

You're still convinced that Mercedes Benz is a girl you knew in the third grade.

Your main method of voting is choosing the candidate with the apostrophe at the beginning or a "ski" at the end of their name.

You order your Sliders with Catsup.

You think that the Lake Effect is what makes North Siders different.

You feel safer knowing that the U-Boat separates the North Side from the South Side.

You can easily name ten bowling alleys off the top of your head.

You're convinced that the Great Plains must begin west of Harlem.

The only Water Tower landmark you care about has a smiley face on it.

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