During layovers in Boston, Dallas, Chicago, Phoenix and trips to New Orleans, one couldn’t help to know what teams were playing in football games and that they were doing well.
At the Dallas airport, wandering through the local stores, it is impossible to know that you haven’t landed in Texas. In Albuquerque, there is plenty of turquoise and cowboy and Indian stuff.
Do any of you see this kind of shift in national feelings and local enthusiasm displayed in airport stores? I find it kind of heartening. While at first glance airport stores might seem to be cookie-cutter affairs. On second glance they can tell another story about where you have landed and what the locals feel is important.