Leland Roy Hageman

Leland Roy Hageman died in Laramie on August 20, 2026. He was seventy-seven. Born there on November 2, 1948, he grew up knowing wind as a work schedule, not a conversation. He learned engines the way other boys learned baseball statistics. A car, he believed, was a set of honest problems. People were harder, but he liked them anyway. He ran a one-bay shop off the highway for most of his adult life. He did not advertise. He did not need to. Word moved along the rail: Leland will tell you if you do not need the part. He kept a handwritten ledger and a jar of extra fuses. He hired a neighbor's kid every summer and taught him that a torque wrench is not a suggestion. When the big chains arrived with televisions in the waiting rooms, he kept the radio on an AM station and a pot of coffee that was never quite fresh and never empty. He married Denise Hageman in 1971. They raised two sons in a house with a garage that was cleaner than the living room. Denise worked at the clinic. Leland grilled on Sundays and considered a Saturday in the hills a civic duty. After the railroad slowed he still came out when a neighbor's well pump died, moving slower, charging less. Customers remember a man who wiped his hands before he shook yours, who would jump a battery at dusk without calling it a favor, and who could diagnose a knock from the curb. He liked the Snowies at evening, a green-chile cheeseburger on a rare trip to town, and a church he stood through in the back because his knees had opinions. He died in Laramie, the high dry town that had always been home. The shop sign is down. A lot of cars in the county still run because he was stubborn about a job.