Leonard W. Ostergaard

My earliest memory of Leonard is when I was a little kid, and he would ride his motorcycle on the road, near our home. Over time, the motorcycle was replaced by a red VW Scirocco (or two or three of them). But he was always kind to give me a wave or stop and say hi. After all, we were neighbors, and eventually he would become my first boss...and he was a great one. Working at Heisler's seemed like a foregone conclusion growing up in Lewistown Valley. Whether working in "the pit", at...

My deepest condolences to Ann and all the family.