Rare is the person who would wish to leave this life without a
trace. Most of us will not merit the attention of future
biographers or have our names engraved on something other than a
tombstone. Still, we at least expect a fond place in the
remembrances of those we leave behind.  Who knows whether Tyrone
Douglas Lewis harbored such cares. Certainly, by the time the
end arrived in his 48th year, he had come perilously close to an
earthly departure that would be barely noticed and wholly
unmourned. That he avoided dying in such utter obscurity -- a
phantom whose last years hardly registered with another living
soul -- was the result of the most arbitrary of circumstances.
Tyrone first appeared on the streets of Harford County a couple
of years ago, a hulking, solitary figure in several layers of
clothes no matter what the weather. No one ever learned much
about his life before that time. Because he was homeless,
though, it seemed safe to assume that at minimum, he was a man
short on luck.  Except in one regar