James Robert "Jim-Bob" Walton was sitting in his office in the Charlottesville airport in Virginia. The phone rang and he answered it.
"Hello, Walton airport." Jim Bob said.
"Jim Bob?" A voice on the other side asked.
"Jason? You're home?" Jim Bob asked.
"Yep. That's why I'm calling. Look, we're all going to Mama and Daddy's house for Mama's eightieth birthday." Jason said.
"That sounds good. I can't wait to see Loretta Lynn. I bet she's getting so big." Jim Bob stated.
"Oh, she is. It's hard to believe my little girl is growing up." Jason responded. A man walked into Jim Bob's office.
"Jason, I have to let you go. I'll meet you at Mama and Daddy's house in seven days." Jim Bob said.
"Good bye Jim Bob." Jason replied. They hung up and Jim Bob motioned for the man to sit.
"Mr. Walton?" He asked. Jim Bob laughed.
"My father and grandfather are Mr. Walton. I'm James Robert Walton." Jim Bob said as she stuck his hand out for him to shake it.
"James Robert, I saw that you're looking for another pilot?" He asked. Jim Bob nodded.
"Yes sir. Right now more people want to fly than I can transport. I have the planes, just not the man power." Jim Bob said.
"Well, I have flown all over the world. I would like to help you out." He stated.
"Can you give me some references for yourself?" Jim Bob asked sitting on the desk.
"I'm sorry but I can't. I was in the Air Force during World War II and the Vietnam War. I haven't flown since." He said.
"Well, I'll give you a chance. Come in tomorrow about eight o'clock." Jim Bob replied.
"Thanks. Oh thank you so much. My family will be so glad I've found work again. I've been out of a job for the last six years. We've been living here and there." He stated.
"I'm glad I could help. I would offer you a place to stay, but I live right here in the airport." Jim Bob responded. "What's your name?"
"My name? Oh, my name is Jonathan. I'm fifty-three years old." Jonathan stated.
"Fifty-three? I thought y said you fought in World War II." Jim Bob said.
"Yes I did. My father signed saying he'd let me join up at sixteen." Jonathan responded.
"Okay. I was thinking my math was wrong." Jim Bob said. "Well, I was about to close up shop for today. I'll see you tomorrow." Jonathan walked towards the door. He turned around and looked at Jim Bob.
"Thanks again! Thank you so much!" Jonathan said flabbergasted. Jim Bob smiled, walked out of his office and closed the door. Another day in the life of James Robert Walton, airline pilot.