David and I grew up together from grade one onward. He was a farm boy with a great family. He liked basketball and baseball. His mom was a great cook and his dad had a sense of humour. His brother Jim Beattie pre-deceased him. David and I went our on ways after high school but reconnected in Regina for awhile. Then, when he was very sick later in life I contacted him and we started up as if we had not left off. He and i could talk about the old days on Connaught and 6th for hours.