You can tell one at 200 yards.

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In the summer of 1983 I got a backpack and a Eurail pass and set out to roam around Europe. I spent several days in Istanbul and returned to Thessalonika, Greece from where I went (not on the pass) through Tito's Yugoslavia to Bregenz, Austria. (Tito was dead but the Yugoslavia that he created was still in existence.) While I was in Greece a tall, blond fellow came over to the table where I was drinking my beloved chocolate milk which had been unavailable in Turkey.

He looked at me and in a very friendly voice said, "Where are you from?"

I said, "The United States."

In congenial chastisement he exclaimed, "Well, I can TELL that, I mean where in the United States."
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