Brother Rob sends me the following story...
Answered the door last night. Canvasser for Mental Health or something. I
gave him a twenty. He's filling out the receipt, asks name. I say "Eastick".
He says "you from Victoria?" I say "no, but I understand there's an Eastick
or two out there." He says "Yeah, Larry Eastick and his brother. Larry was a
stocky guy. Played baseball. Could hit anything". I say "How long ago?"
(Canvasser had nothing but gray hair.) He says "grade 5, so I don't even
remember how long".