Mr. O, as most of us employees called him, was both extraordinary and ordinary in the same breath. I worked for Evergreen Bank for over 17 years. In my early years there, I had a small, second floor apartment in Evergreen Park. On several occasions, I would run into Mr. O while out walking the neighborhood, and invite him to dinner at my place. He would share a humble meal with me, and a couple of other friends who worked at the bank. I always felt that I was entertaining an angel.. that such a extraordinary man as he was, would share an ordinary dinner with a few of us in my humble apartment. One year, he invited us to fly with him to Wisconsin on a bank holiday to go snowmobiling for the day. We had a great time. On the return flight, he made the plane take a little dip as we were flying. He stated simply, "State Line." I joyfully remember him, and the years we had together with the "best bank family". Thanks for the memories Mr. O! My sincere condolences to the entire Ozinga family, and to Ken especially.