Henry E. Miller

I only met Henry the day he moved into Calder Street and talked with him whenever we saw each other. He scared the dickens out of me when he was all black and blue from falling on the railroad ties. Most of the winter he was gone or hunkered down in the house since it was so cold. Once the weather turned we saw more of him and we talked about his plants and garden and flying to the Reading Air Show and how he knew more about airplanes than I thought. I looked forward to taking him up in...