Wellsir, the goo-gobblin', tabaccy-chompin' hizzores down Hotlanta-way just wrenched the Comair (o(kring down to "amputate". Mistress Delta took a delightful White Castle shart all over our CS group, scooped 'em out with a rusty spork, and plopped 'em into the lap of the newly created Rump Humping Service (RHS). Most of the flying is being pumped into the GDP northeast. Iffin' yer thinkin' aboot greasin' into a dx chair at good ol' skooter, expect a hold at ABB with an EFC of eternity.
Executive Jet Management over at Lunkin (it ain't 121 but the a/c are purty).
Net Jets up C-bus way.
Keep an eye on PSA up in Dayton.
RAH is out near Indy and may be an option.
A pair of brass low-hangers might get ya into an interview for Big Brown across from Standiford. Probably have to start out pitchin' boxes though. And make sure ya wear loafers.
Cheers.