He really knew something about paying attention. A niece recalls one of his more famous lines: “Lemme tell ya’ little ’bout a lot.”
“Lemme tell ya’ little ’bout a lot…” she says, “…meant your head was going to be spinning for a few days trying to figure out what he was talking about. Nobody ever knew what Lester was talking about. And when you finally figured it out, he was always right.”
And he was. A boyhood friend called Lester a “Mult-I-Genius.” An athlete, soldier, youth counselor, father, uncle, son, wandering facilitator, community connector, and quiet observer. He was my friend, my colleague. And he was buried today. Free at last.