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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 10
Mom was a housewife at that time. It‟s now known as “Domestic Engineer”, but
my folks couldn‟t afford a title that expensive when I was born. We had a tiny little two
bedroom house at 412 Haze Street, on the northwest corner of Lansing, at that time. Of
course, the northwest corner is now a whole lot farther out. When I finally left Michigan,
(Hallelujah!), 22 JUN 90, it was already out past the corner of Jolly and Waverly Roads.
They took me home from the hospital, but only after a battle was waged. I was
poor by proxy when I was born. I got what‟s technically known as a “shitty beginning”.
I didn‟t own one damned thing in my name. Not even the diaper on my skinny little butt.
Nothing.
I was dependent for survival on two people who had barely more than I did. They
owned, I think, that little dinky house, but it may have been a rental. They never shared
financial details with me. I assume that‟s because my playpen wasn‟t big enough to
spread out a set of books and ledgers.
When I was ready to be discharged, my parents didn‟t have the money to pay for
the hospital stay. The closest thing my Dad had to group insurance was when all the bus
drivers would got together in a group. They‟d moan and complain about not having
insurance.
Thankfully, my folks had my maternal Grandpa to deal with those hospital
people. His name, to anyone who knew him, was Bill Thurston. He wrote his “real
name”, when needed, as William John Thurston. If you were stupid enough to call him
Willy, you‟d get one warning. The second time, he‟d belt you in the mouth.
Grandpa hated that name with a passion.
To his immense regret, since Grandpa worked at the Oldsmobile factory, he had
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