I would try to guess the destination of a given flight just by the look of the people who were about to board it. World-weary cynicism meant Baltimore, hyperactive cynicism Miami or Las Vegas. Trench coats meant Washington, D.C. The gray people, whose cheeks no sunlight seemed ever to have touched, were usually bound for Cleveland or Chicago. A certain stridency of voice meant Newark, or maybe La Guardia . . . and so on.
