About a year ago I was at the post office picking up a package and while I was waiting a man introduced himself to me and told me he was about a cafe he was opening up right across the street. It was going to be called Cafe Trocadero. I remember he asked if I liked crepes and when I said “yes” he enthusiastically told me he’d be serving the best crepes in the city. He was so excited. He urged me to stop in with my girlfriends for a cup of coffee at least. I said that I would “for sure!” Well, I didn’t. Not the entire year. I only live about 4 blocks from the cafe and I walk past it every single day on the way to work. I never once stopped in. Today I noticed that it’s closed. For good. Forever. And I can’t help but feel a bit guilty and partially responsible.