ANDREW SCOTT HOLLINGER

Although I really did not know Scott, I feel that I knew what he was like by the comments of his friends....I am so sorry for your family. I loved talked with you, Peggy, at Jane birthday party. Fondly...Laura Beth Foster

Sincere condolences to Scott's family, his friends and colleagues. Over the years Bish and I and others at my company looked forward to Spring when Scott would visit us, and then again in the Fall when we would play the "Restoration Golf Cup" . The last event finished after sunset in total good humor with Scott, Bob, Greg and I having a blast. We shall sorely miss Scott, our lives are richer for having known him.

I am heartbroken to hear this tragic news. Scott so very generously donated to our auction fundraising efforts for ALS ONE the last two years and I had the honor and privilege to speak with him in January. I'm thinking of his family and friends during this difficult time.

My condolences to the Hollinger family. I didn't know Andrew, but work with his brother Dave. Clearly humility, depth, and kindness must be in the family genes. I share a bit more with the Hollinger gang as well. Early in my career I lived in West Grand Lake Stream Maine and like you spent many hours enjoying the fishing and tranquility of "Dobsie" lake. Times are turbulent for you now, but I'm hoping a passage from Ecclesiastes I recall will bring you a measure of peace. "All the waters...

I too remember Scott from our Wellesley days. He was the leader of the posse at the Brown school. He had a beat up old banana bike that he was constantly fixing. One day he decided to jump the brook...there was a buzz that went around the school that he was going to attempt it. So at recess, he piled some rocks on either side of the brook and propped some dilapidated boards on top creating two ramps. Kids slowly made their way over from the kickball field to the brook. 3rd graders, 4th, 5th...

Sending our deepest condolences to Peggy, the boys and the Hollinger family. Gone WAY too soon.RIP Masher.

I too remember Scott from the Wellesley days as the ring leader of the posse. Scott had this beat up old banana bike that he constantly fixed. I remember one day at Brown school when all the kids met at recess because Scott was going to jump the brook, he had piled up rocks and placed dilapidated boards on either side of the brook in order to jump the thing on his bike, no one had ever done it, no one had ever tried...until Scott...it was going to be huge! He was our own evil kenievel! Kids...

My condolences to the Hollinger Family. May the God of comfort grant you strength during this difficult time.