Wanna hear a true and sad story? This is a complete change of attitude and atmosphere here--
I worked in this bakery for years. And this one man would come in very regularly, at least once a week sometimes several times a week. He ordered a jillion 6" or7" cakes and happy birthday written on them for a million different people and a little number by the name, a 1 a 2 , 4, 7. so it'd be HB Tom 3, Mark 1, Jane 1, Ramon 2.
And he always wanted all these names & numbers crammed onto this little bitty cake and I was just a crabby cake decorator but after a while I finally got into doing the cakes up nice for him. But he was mostly last minute and a lotta names on a little bitty cake--annoying to a cake decorator--shame on me.
I'd try to leave off the flowers to fit all the names and he would have to talk me into cramming a coupla flowers on there. Was very important to him.
Over all those years I finally figured out it was for AA--cool huh? This little older gentleman would treat the AA'ers to a cake on their 'birthday'. And he was very very careful to get the names & numbers just right--was very important. But he was real secret about the whole thing--never let on himself that is was for AA.
One of his deranged AA members that he counseled shot him dead. And I was just looking it up and it appears as if the guy who shot him (and another person) got off on not guilty by reason of insanity.http://www.tsc.state.tn.us/OPINIONS/tcca/PDF/022/FlakeC.pdf
There's no moral to the story. Except I hope I leave as nice a legacy to almost perfect strangers some day as Mr. Bizot left for me/us.