Back in my charter-flying days, pre-newspaper, there were my regular passengers, passengers I had never met until they called to book a flight, and then there was Crazy Jim.I first met him when the Brownsville- based company he was working for chartered me to fly them on most of their business trips. As many hours as they flew, they could justify owning their own plane, which they eventually did, but in the meantime they flew with me and the twin-Cessna I had at my disposal.In the U.S., the company that Jim V worked for mainly flew to Houston and Dallas.