Having just spent some time in an airplane many thousands of feet above Planet Earth, I can attest to the fact--there are no boundary lines etched on the face of the Planet. Despite all of those globes and maps with neatly drawn lines demarcating where Canada is versus the USA, Illinois versus Missouri, it's all imaginary. The soon-to-be-watched flag-waving rah-rah of athletes representing various countries at the Olympics, just humans doing the super-human.
With two grandsons living outside of London, I get that although Londoners and Chicagoans both speak English, there are tangible differences. Take language, for example. The toddler goes down for his sleep (nap) in his cot (crib) in a clean nappy (diaper). The older grandson comes home from reception (kindergarten) to eat toe-mah-toes while we Yanks eat toe-may-toes. The daughter cooks aubergines (eggplants) and mince (ground beef) for their tea (dinner or supper, depending where in America you grow up).
So although my family thinks globally, we also speak locally. And although I live the wider world, I also live in a neighborhood. It makes a difference. In a neighborhood, you get the local POV, rumor and sense of the place. And yes, I'd read about the new fashion of outsourcing news. The idea that someone in Timbuktu would write a local story about, say the South Loop of Chicago. WTF NIMBY right? OMG, BH,too outré for even this ex-expat, that is it was until I read the firsthand account by a whistleblower.
And to think I'd continued my Chicago Tribune subscription to support LOCAL journalism, more the fool I.