#70, Troy.

Troy was a very small man with sad eyes and a troubled affect, who used to come into the bakery when i first started there. He would always show up around 6:00 for a cup of coffee and offer up some (extremely quiet and hard to understand) small talk. Eventually i realized he was hitting on me, in a very roundabout way, and had to sort of... let him down, gently. He seemed very sensitive, and eventually it came out that out he was a jockey at Golden Gate Fields. One day he just stopped coming in. Today i watched a video of this year's Kentucky Derby final (wow!), and remembered Troy. Hope you're happy out there, buddy.