This was originally US 1809 BOS PHL 0930 1106 E90 and US 686 PHL PHX 1340 1602 321, an itinerary with a greater chance for upgrade, and I have no idea why they messed with my reservation. I was dropped off at 7 and had lots of time during which I suppose I could have tried to get my itinerary changed back but instead went to the United Club (the two parts of Terminal B now connected airside) and had about four cups of hot chocolate, there not being any chocolate muffins this day. The wi-fi was a little spotty, and the regular airport service tried to cut in a few times, which was annoying as it is slower and cuts you off after half an hour if not sooner; I think that it's designed to go back on almost automatically, but my Zone Alarm doesn't let it. P.S. a month later - officially an hour, but on one trip it was in fact just half an hour, and on another it wasn't interrupted at all, though I used it for almost two hours. US 522 BOS CLT 0930 1204 320 1D Usually I take the shuttle, just a few paces down the road, so the unusual exercise - a half mile more, I'd say, from the United Club - was either welcome or irritating depending on whether you took the point of view of my cardiologist or my legs. I got to the gate, the farthest one, just before boarding, and I queued up at the back of what I thought was the Zone 1ers. But when Zone 1 was called, nobody moved. I finally tumbled to the facts when Zone 2 was called and nobody moved. I went around - needed that overhead space, which I had to go a fair ways back to get. Other than the storage issue, the seat is fine - there was a bit of a cutout, and I am not hugely long-legged, and if I were, there was the aisle to stretch out into. I was going to order a boozie (no more Courvoisier or Glenlivet on this airline, but Canadian Club or Bacardi is good for medicinal purposes; I don't see what the deal is with Jack Daniel's, which to me tastes of bitterness and disappointment) but didn't need it. Slept, as I often do, from wheels up to touchdown. US 628 CLT PHX 1300 1438 321 23A No upgrade, no problem. I got the rear throne, which is marginally nicer than the corresponding right-side one because one gets to face the very pretty half-Asian flight attendant in the jumpseat on takeoff and landing. As has often happened to me on "completely full" flights, although I didn't get first class, I didn't get any sitting next to me either. This on US Air: United usually no such luck. This was a fairly bumpy flight, and I almost regretted sleeping so soundly on the previous one, as that meant I was relatively conscious during the turbulence. We got in around 3:30 owing to headwinds. My friend Swisher was at the curb waiting for me, and we went straight to the Hotel Tempe Phoenix Airport at the Mall, which reminded me of the Hospitality Suites that we used to go to and that, once quite a bargain, has priced itself beyond its britches. We got assigned quarters with a fancy name like The Bandera Canyon Suite. It came with one bed and was not a suite but rather an accommodation that would not have done a Days Inn room proud. I called the front desk, which said that the place was sold out, and take it or leave it, and like it or lump it, and complain to Expedia if you dare, but it won't do you any good. This slightly more politely phrased than that, but the message was the same. It was only faintly smoky, the smallish bathroom had a fan and so didn't smell too mildewy, and the bed was reasonably comfortable. There is a reason why Trip Advisor gives this place a very favorable rating. It's happy hour, billed at 5 to 6:30 but practically a bit longer than that. During that time you get all the Lite and Killian's that you can swill down for free, if you carry away no more than two drinks at a time. Also wine and well spirits, which I didn't investigate. But wait, there's more - all the burgers, dogs, popcorn, and nachos you can stomach. I had a burger and a dog. The former was like nothing I'd ever tasted before - quite crispy on the outside, soft and spongy inside, shot full of rather okay suet and seasoned with salt, pepper, and maybe a touch of onion. Six or seven ounces of preformed delight, which also describes the dog, except the dog was much less palatable, but, hey, that's what God made ketchup and mustard for. A lot of food, cheap at half the price. The servers were cheerful. We had thought to hit Popeye's, just past the Circle K where we'd picked up a case of beer, but the abundance here allowed us to economize and skip a paid meal.