For several years a Thanksgiving pot luck dinner was enjoyed by those airport people that chose to go. Some were single, some had nowhere else to go, mostly, everyone wanted to be with people whose company they were comfortable with on thanksgiving. Other airport people, family.
The green house in front of the airport was the setting for too much to eat and Chris' choice movie rentals. There was always enough food to feed an army.
Where everybody went at clean up time is still a mystery.