Anywhere can be unknown in the right context. Back in the Dark Ages, before Rory Gilmore, two Presidents Bush, and The Skulls brought Yale into current popular culture, I had a summer job doing groundskeeping work at a cemetery in my home town, a small city in the Near Midwest with several universities in it, both public and Catholic. One day I was eating my sandwich with one of the regular, union employees, and he decided to have a conversation with me (a rare event).
“You seem like a smart kid. I heard you go to college.”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
“A place called ‘Yale’.”
“Yale? I never heard of that. Where is it?”
“New Haven, Connecticut. Like 80 miles from New York City.”
“Connecticut? Jeez, what’s wrong with you that you got to go that far away for college? My brother-in-law got to go to [Local Suburban County] Community College, and believe me, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. I can’t believe they wouldn’t take you.”