By Gregg WendorfAdvance News JournalI’m not going to mention Jim’s last name. For all I know, he’s still living in Brownsville, and somehow he’ll get a copy of this paper, and not be happy. Then again, Jim V was a crazy, wild sort of guy, so he probably wouldn’t care.“Where you been all these years, Wendorf?”I first met Jim when the Brownsville-based company he was working for chartered me to fly them on most of their business trips.At the time, the twin-engine Cessna I was flying was owned by a rich doctor from California who owned the Holiday Inn on ...