Dave Eastman was born one day before me, on December 3rd, 1949. We had a lot in common … sharing many friends, many hours as softball teammates, and many, many laughs and good times.
Dave was our swift left fielder on the Square Lounge team, a left-handed hitter who could always get on base to start a rally. One night at the old Payne Field … just outside Lawrence-Dumont Stadium … I ran back from my shortstop position to catch a looping fly ball. Dave came in from left and ran over me … making the catch, while my wrist was slightly injured. If he called for that ball I never heard it, or maybe I reacted too slowly. Dave could be kind of soft-spoken.
Dave battled cancer for months … gave it everything he had. But he couldn’t win that one, and he moved on to greater things. His wife Suzie and their family held a beautiful memorial service. I was proud to be there to honor the life of such a fine gentleman.
Our thought for today is from John Vance Cheney:
“The happiest heart that ever beat was in some quiet breast, that found the common daylight sweet and left to Heaven the rest.”