The First Turf Banged on Record

Legend has it,  my great-great step grand daddy on my cousin’s side was once a major politician in his city.
He would attend important meetings and say important things. It was at one of these important meetings that he said something important, and earned his place in the record books as a legend.

 

(Not my great-great step grand daddy on my cousin's side ... but this a conceptual rendering of what he might have looked like.)
During a roll call at the start of an important meeting in a crowded room, the moderator asked if my great-great step grand daddy on my cousin’s side, the major politician, was in the room.  My great-great step grand daddy on my cousin’s side,  attempted to project his voice over the ruckus in the room, just as a major politician should;  he stated, ” Yes, Yes I am present “. The moderator heard him faintly in the distance, but in order to verify that it was indeed my great-great step grand daddy on my cousin’s side, the major politician, the moderator asked, ” and where from where do you hail good sir?”
My great- great step grand daddy on my cousin’s side heard the moderators question, and with a sharp booming response he emphatically retorted, “the East Side!”
The loud room fell silent. Everyone took note that my great- great step grand daddy on my cousin’s side, the important politician, was indeed in the building. And more importantly, he was from the East Side.
Thus,  he was the first person on record to represent his neighborhood, or as many now call it: “bang his turf .”