No single person can be the embodiment of Maine because Maine is a collection of tribal villages. On the coast you might have a leather-faced lobsterman who looks to be in his 70s but is actually 35. He's like to be thumbing through a Stephen King novel between trap lines hoping to see his town mentioned. He's probably wearing thigh high boots and a well worn mackinaw in good weather with an oilskin overcoat if the weather goes bad. Trousers are optional. To the north and west you have the Paul Bunion look. Red flannel shirt, trail pants, a beat up old bomber cap and ankle high boots from Bean. He's got a 20 inch chainsaw in one hand and his deer rifle in the other. To the south you have a guy wearing the latest fashion trends from Boston and these are the ones who "talk funny" .