Friday, November 20, 2015
Memories of Mr. Miller flooded when I learned of his passing. Early in life I found it a contradiction that such an imposing figure could be so accomplished and appreciative of the performing arts. Of all of the memories the one of him riding his motorcycle through town (no helmet, mustache and hair flowing in the breeze) shines through the most. I think he played chess with my father, Bob, and Mr. Viggiano, a fellow teacher and chess master. I remember him as a giant, but it may have been because I was so young and small. It saddens me that his mission on earth is accomplished, but it heartens me that he is in the company of his Maker.
