Vernon was my brother-in-law for over eleven years while I was married to his younger sister, Deanna (class of 1967). He parlayed a history degree into a high-level position with British-Leyland Motors down under in Australia. A few years later, and being the free spirit he was, Vernon quit and spent a year doing what so many of us have dreamed about at one time or another - he took a trip around the world! He'd catch a boat to one location, hanging out on some beach for a few days, then hop another sea-going vessel to some other faraway place and so on. Judging by the stack of photos he brought back, his adventure was one for the ages (he also met a few cute young ladies from time to time who became his traveling companions during some of his travels). He eventually worked for a corporation in Ft. Worth, and the last time I saw Vernon was a chance meeting at the library at Northeastern in 1994. R.I.P.
Connell Miller
Vernon was my brother-in-law for over eleven years while I was married to his younger sister, Deanna (class of 1967). He parlayed a history degree into a high-level position with British-Leyland Motors down under in Australia. A few years later, and being the free spirit he was, Vernon quit and spent a year doing what so many of us have dreamed about at one time or another - he took a trip around the world! He'd catch a boat to one location, hanging out on some beach for a few days, then hop another sea-going vessel to some other faraway place and so on. Judging by the stack of photos he brought back, his adventure was one for the ages (he also met a few cute young ladies from time to time who became his traveling companions during some of his travels). He eventually worked for a corporation in Ft. Worth, and the last time I saw Vernon was a chance meeting at the library at Northeastern in 1994. R.I.P.