I had an interview in 1998 like that, in Temple, TX. Over the course of two days. Those were the days where I went to the public library, looked at a paper magazine that literally had help wanted ads reproduced into one publication. Call to talk to the co, and a FedEx overnight letter comes with plane tix, car rental paperwork, hotel paperwork, and directions from Austin to the hotel and office. It mattered back then if the candidate “fit.” I actually liked those times. I wasn’t offered a job until the following year, and I declined. If offered in 1998, I would have moved to TX.