As I approach my 82nd birthday, I find myself looking back. From the 10-plus-year-old country boy who earned the few dollars he had to spend working for local farmers, or trapping muskrats for their pelts, to the high school junior who dropped out before the start of his senior year to marry his sweetheart. Contrary to popular belief by our classmates, our first child wasn’t born until 14 months after our marriage. After the birth of a second girl, I obtained a position with the United States Border Patrol. My first assignment was with the Patrol in south Texas—quite a change for a country kid from Colorado. After 22 years of marriage and 10 years in the Patrol, I was still employed by the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service, as an examiner in the St. Paul regional office. There, fate intervened, and I met the love of my life. My second marriage has now lasted over 40 years, with no sign of change.
I find that getting older has exponentially increased the pleasure of living. My wife and I both retired in February 1994, and our international travel began shortly thereafter. We’re now quite content to live in southern Virginia in a low-maintenance townhome, and visit our children and their children and grandchildren once a year.
- Richard Miller (B.S.B. ’81), Williamsburg, Virginia