Mr. A.

That's what the Crisp-Yeager children used to call him.  He had Lee tattooed on his hand.  His favorite life long friends were Cook and BB Eyes.  He left me some clothes.  I remember him every time I slip into a pair of leggings.  He is buried now, high up in the Colorado mountains in a place that locals still call Chama.  You won't find it on any map.