As I open my car door, my feet hit the dirt and I feel the breezy, open air. There is a sense of peace—of freedom all around me. I slowly take in the miles upon miles of natural beauty. As I stand in wonder, I hear the creaking of an old screen door. Out of the farm office walks Tyler Osterkamp, a Midwestern country boy turned Angeleno, smiling an honest smile with messy blonde hair, dirty denim, and a seasoned pair of work boots.
Tyler Osterkamp isn’t your typical young twenty-something who moves to Los Angeles in an attempt to make it big in the biz. Although acting is certainly a priority for Osterkamp, his roots have molded him to be a different kind of Angeleno. As he twirled a small machete around like it was some sort of rhythmic baton, I began to hear a bit of his story. Osterkamp grew up on a farm in the tiny rural town of Onslow, Iowa. He is the product of a hardworking blue-collar family, and was raised around the ideals of diligent work ethic and good manners. |
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