Albert Miller

Uncle Albert and a neighbor was Greyhound employees. When we see a bus coming from the end of Lincoln Ave, I waited to see if Mr. Earl would stop at his house. Sometimes he would turn his bus around. But, if he would come across stop sign, it was my handsome Uncle Albert. I'd run and get Uncle Albert sister, my mother Gertrude (Frances) Wade Brown. I miss him before and even more now! Love you always. Niece Bridgett Kay