Jeffrey B. Eastridge

I met Jeff in 1982 when he was about 12 years old. He and Ricky Dowdle would ride over to the plant and talk to me once in a while. Jeff would often say some kind of wisecrack with a serious face and then after a moment his crooked smile would emerge and of course Rickie was always grinning. It took me a while to figure out Jeff’s sense of humor but we became friends. It was a pleasure to watch Jeff grow up, try different jobs and then become an entrepreneur. Jeff worked hard to make a good,...