I met Mr. Harry Troeger in 1969 when he worked as the main Doorman for the Wometco Dadeland Twin Theater across the street from the original Dadeland Shopping Mall on Kendall Drive. Wometco stands for "Wolfson Meyer Theater Company", founded by Jack Wolfson and Louis B. Meyer in the early 1930s. Harry Troeger was the Doorman at the first movie theater they opened, the Byron-Carlyle, which opened on Miami Beach in 1931. Mr. Troeger was 28 years old at the time. He made only $17.00 a week, but wore a very nice tuxedo when he worked, and highly polished black shoes. He continued to work for Wometco until his retirement, and refused raises throughout his life. The company brought him out of retirement in 1969 when he agreed to work at the Dadeland Twin Theater, which was the first Twin Theater in the State of Florida at the time. Multiplex theaters are very common now, in the 21st Century, but not in 1969. I was the Second Assistant Manager at that Theater then, and was very fortunate to know, and to work with, Mr. Troeger. I also worked with the Manager, John Reed; and the Assistant Manager, Jorge Gutierrez. At that time, the Head of the Theater Division of Wometco was Mr. Jack Mitchell; the General Manager was Mr. Gordon Spradley. Mr. Troeger knew them both well, and while he would refer to them as "Mr. Mitchell", and "Mr. Spradley", they casually called him "Harry". Mr. Troeger also referred to me as "Mr. Evans", since I was technically his boss . . . although he was always "Mr. Troeger" to me, since I was but nineteen years old when I met him. He was "Mr. Troeger even to the Manager and the Assistant Manager, while they were "Mr. Reed", and "Mr. Gutierrez" to him. I have never known a more peaceful, or a more courteous man. He was very quiet, rarely spoke unless spoken to, and never lost his temper. Soon after the Dadeland Twin Theater opened, he was still only making $17.00 a week! I know this, because I co-signed his paychecks. Mr. Troeger could have been a big man in the company, but the material life was not for him. Soon after the Dadeland Twin Theater opened, I saw Mr. Jack Mitchell visit the theater in a limousine, with a chauffeur; the first thing he did was walk up to Mr. Troeger and ask him, "How about a raise, Harry?" Mr. Troeger closed his eyes, and calmly shook his head, "no". Mr. Mitchell walked away, with a laugh! Harry Troeger walked everywhere he went, and would show up for work wearing outdoor-clothes, and a large backpack full of heavy granite rocks. In that way he kept his back strong. When he arrived -- usually about 45 minutes ahead of time -- he would go into a side room off the Manager's office and calmly shine his shoes for half an hour. Then he would come out dressed in his neat tuxedo, work quietly for the entire evening, and then leave again at the end of the night, wearing his outdoor-clothes and his backpack. He worked five nights a week, on Friday and Saturday evenings; with Sunday evening' and one weeknight evening' off. I once offered him a ride home, and he refused, telling me that he "never rode in cars, buses, or trains, because they disturbed vibrations" that he tried to "set up in his body". He meant the vibrations from his practice of mantrajapa, which is the Eastern science of reciting holy syllables and internalizing the sound-vibrations. I know this, because I have practiced the same thing. Mr. Troeger took a two-week vacation every year when he went hiking in the mountains. I know very little of his Family life, except that he once told me he had a Sister he used to visit occasionally. On his yearly hikes in the mountains, he told me that he only ate "a can of sardines, half a raw potato, and a few sips of water per day", claiming that if people would learn to put their concentration here (pointing at his forehead) instead of here (pointing at his stomach) then "the body of a human being could live a very long time." People familiar with the Eastern Sciences of hatha yoga and of awakening and directing the kundalini, will recognize that he was pointing at the ajna chakra (the pineal gland between the eyebrows) and the muladhara chakra (the power-zone in the the spine at the level of the stomach). I saw him one more time later in my life, in 1980 when he was 77. He was still walking, still wearing his backpack, and I bumped into him while he was visiting what used to be "The Junior Museum of Science and Astronomy" where television astronomer Jack Horkheimer worked. I was there to meet my Wife, after she got off work from her job at the box-office for the Planetarium. To my astonishment, he remembered who I was. We had a brief chat about old friends and acquaintances, then told me "I . . .I . . have to . . g' go . . now", and walked away. I never saw him again; but he made such a strong impression on me that I will never, ever forget him. Even now, when I am nearly seventy-one years old.