At the end of the line, Floyd Stillings was alone, living in a small apartment near the Santa Anita racetrack.
He’d go there to watch the horses.
His old chaps and spurs stayed in a box under the bed.
That box and an old scrapbook were all that was left of those glory days, in the ‘20s and ‘30s, when Fl…
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