Miller Wilder--Spring 2003-Spring 2004
Scrapbook of His Time at
The University of Tennessee Space Institute

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Smiling Face

When I first saw him, I thought he resembled my nephew in fifth grade. The same frank cheerfulness! For the gloomy dorm rooms below, Miller's songs and whistles were a relief. I remember him as a very alert pilot because of the way he maneuvered the glider when the rope snapped during a soaring session was very impressive.

It was very hard to tell myself that we won't see him again


I remember his smiling face as he would walk through the library doors. He was a nice young man to speak with. I miss his presence around here.

Brenda Brooks