BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 9
Hell, I never liked kids all that much when I was one. The older I got, the less I
liked „em. They were the only things I disliked more than cats. If I‟d gotten my way, all
those damned kids would‟ve been locked in a big room with a mean mess of cats and
they‟d‟ve killed each other off.
Back to recapping my adult economic woes, so you can make a comparison to
when I was just getting started as a baby. My business was 100% commission, as I
owned an insurance agency. We bought internet leads and sold life insurance to people
on the phone. When I moved from the rental house in Escondido, California to the one I
bought Oceanside, California, I had my plans made in advance. They didn‟t include
three insurance companies changing the rules after I‟d already made the leap. Nor did
they include a 100% increase in planned moving costs.
Suddenly, I had no income. No way to make money. Being a white man, not
pregnant, not on drugs, not bipolar, not black, not Hispanic, no minor children, and
owning my own business, my “social benefits” were squat. Not a damned thin dime.
I got lucky and God bailed my ass out of that one. However, let‟s see how that
miserable era stacks up to the first situation I encountered. What I had to deal with when
I was born. A matter in which I had no say, by the way.
My old man was a bus driver. His weekly take-home pay back then, in 1948,
wouldn‟t buy a girl dinner now. We‟re not talking about with drinks or dessert. He
drove bus for the City of Lansing, Michigan, a position with room for advancement. If a
guy stayed at it, day in and day out, never had an accident, got few, if any, passenger
complaints, he‟d have something to look forward to later. After ten or fifteen years, he‟d
be assigned to one of the new buses, leaving the rookies and peons to drive the old ones.
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