When it comes to coincidences, check this one out for size.I rolled into the RGV on Memorial Day in 1979 to go to work for Hunt Pan Am, working as a flight instructor and charter pilot out of Brownsville for the grand old sum of $12,000 a year.Coming from bitter-cold Chicago the winter prior, I thought I was in hog heaven because I knew the coming winter was going to be a walk in the park compared to Lake Michigan weather, and it was. January temps in the 70s, compared to five-degrees below zero in the Windy City, ice on ...