Before starting my first teaching job at Hartland High, Miles’ family in Brighton let me use their home as a base to search for an apartment. After all, I had an open invitation with the Vieau household. Miles left Olivet after his freshman year because he didn’t want his dad to pay a hefty tuition bill. Despite his absence from Olivet, we remained close.
I visited his house frequently, often after finishing nearby wrestling tournaments. His parents were special people and very welcoming. His mother, Hazel, always made food for me and had me sleep in Miles’ bed when he wasn’t home. She picked me up once when my car broke down. Manning and Hazel always introduced me as their son when they had guests. Is it any wonder I claim Miles is my brother from another mother? And I am Uncle Bob to his kids. He is my oldest friend—we bonded back in 1968.
