This past weekend I was in San Diego for a friend's wedding. At the reception I got to talking to the brides side of the family who are all from the Midwest. At one point I said "wicked", as one does of course, and the boyfriend of the brides sister turned and asked if I was from New England. I said yes, born and bred Mainer, and he giggled and said he was from "a little town called Fryeburg". I told him I grew up about an hour north of there and he was floored. Said since moving away he's never met another person who'd ever heard of the place. It was cool!