So many memories of my Uncle Leo, beginning with the smell of his pipe. Memories his hunting for what became a traditional, annual venison feast prepared by my Aunt Mary. Memories of road trips where he would always drive us safely to our destination. Memories of Uncle Leo repairing our television, or any number of things around the house. Memories of him wrapped in a cozy sweater to help him tolerate the air conditioning in the room…

Love and condolences to Aunt Mary, Leo and Margaret, and all his grandchildren and loved ones who will warmly remember his love and his life

- Anthony Ottomanelli