Delaware News Journal | Margie Fishman
Bill Miller’s garage game room is shrouded in plastic and thick blankets, resembling a morgue.
The pinball machine no longer bleeps and the billiard cues no longer plink. The 1966 Ford pickup, which Miller spent three years restoring, is waiting on a new transmission. His 550-pound custom-built Harley is cocooned under a giant plastic bubble.
“Everything’s at a standstill,” the ashen-faced Smyrna resident said.
Dying of end-stage renal failure, Miller, 53, has waited six years for a transplant. After his family and friends either refused to donate or were deemed unsuitable matches, daughter Melissa cast a wider net.
She advertised for organs on the back of her silver Chrysler: continue reading