DEAR DAD: THE LEGEND OF JED MILLER
My father died when I was seventeen. He was a sweet man, a kind soul. I guess you have to take my word for it. Jed Richard Miller was born in Jackson, Mississippi. He was a typical blond, blue-eyed Southern boy with a heart of gold. He went to college on a baseball scholarship, got his religious studies degree and went to work in the ministry. His work took him to a small town in Florida. And that was where he met her, the green-eyed angel, vixen, demon. Also known as my mother.
Julia Dixon was a twenty-year-old waitress from Jersey who’d hitchhiked to Jacksonville to start a new life. Her beauty was the stuff of fairy-tales. She had an insatiable l**t for life. Until I was born. I assumed my mother suffered from postpartum depression. At least that’s w
