The Flight from Waco to Tampa and from Tampa to Columbus, OH was about as uneventful as could be. Often there are mean flight attendants or long delays, but these flights were nice. The AA flight attendants were surprisingly both old and nice, which has never been the case before except on JAL.
Also, the people in Charleston, WV were unbelievably nice. This in spite of the postcard at left, which depicts one of the treasures located therenear. [ed: this is a school featuring classes on hair-coloring and welding, the girl at the convenience store goes there] Charleston is a town in the hills between Philadelphia and Las Vegas that has a river and shares its name with a dozen other towns, most of which are as nice but none of which can still be called a state capitol. We followed a recommendation from the iphone pointing to a place to eat and drink called Legend's Grill and Bar, near the river. When something is near a river you know it's eiher really nice or really not nice. This was the latter; except for the hand-lettered plywood leaning against the second floor window facing the street, Legends Bar does not exist. Rerouting past a pool hall with terrible lighting and a solitary seated customer we found a nice place called Sam's Cafe where you can have food until 2am. This is not the same Sam as my second favorite place to eat, Sam's Club, which was sad, but this other Sam is doing pretty well for himself, though I recommended he expand from the single storefront to a 24 acre lot with parking for 500 cars. The single cash register is so 50s.
Our Sam was a really nice guy with a lazy beard and no accent. He reminded us of a guy named Travis who owns DA's in Saratoga. Charlestans are either Steelers or Bengals fans, the home stadiums of which are at least 200 miles away. There are also Bangles fans here, but they go to a different bar. There's a good bagel shop there too with very animated older guys behind the counter who are entertaining.