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rickeer t1_j23ho6q wrote

For a while, I lived on the other side of the country and whenever I'd fly home, it was relatively easy for me to know that I was at the right gate for the final leg of my trip. Aside from knowing the gate number, I could see in the group of waiting passengers almost everyone would be wearing blue or black jeans, flannel or chamois shirt and maybe a third of us were wearing a Carhart or similar type of jacket.

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ecco-domenica t1_j23tolb wrote

When I had to fly a lot for work, on the last leg of the trip, weary from being on planes or in airports all day, it was always comforting to sit at the gate in Detroit or Pittsburgh or Charlotte and listen to the murmur of Maine accents from the other people booked on the same flight home.

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bugdude666 t1_j29ry78 wrote

I lived in Texas for a harrowing two years and whenever I flew home and had a connection to Portland, I always knew my gate. Met a lot of really interesting people that way - shoutout to the leatherworking and flannel wearing old Mainer who talked with me about boots and the Haystack lesbian and flannel wearing old Mainer who talked with me about art.

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