From March of 1973 until sometime in the 1980's, I was acquainted with a elderly gentleman who lived in the Oak Cliff section of Dallas, Texas. His name was Jimmy Pullon. Our last names were pronounced exactly the same. Jimmy was in his seventies when I met him but did more work (and got around much better)than men a third his age. Jimmy was married and had two adult children as I remember. Jimmy had come from Georgia (where he was born) to work in Dallas during WWI and had stayed. I am sure he is gone by now and have no idea where his children might be, but I did want to mention the unusual spelling of his surname.