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

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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 113 anything with a key, an engine and four wheels is practically a limo, but it was as tacky as anything the rest of us drove. Like any kid‟s car, there were times it wouldn‟t start. “T” would turn the key and hear a whine, but the car wouldn‟t start. Sometimes he‟d turn the key and hear nothing. He used the same solution in each instance, and it worked. “T” would clean out the glove box, tighten up the license plates, and start the damned car! Unreal, but I‟ve seen him do it. There was a time we were in his car in downtown Lansing. “T” and I were especially close around my age eighteen, which would‟ve made him twenty. We were together seven days per week for quite a while, until I started my trips down south. It was a scene from a TV show, I swear. “T” was driving, an experience in and of itself. Based on his incredible inability, “T” could‟ve qualified to drive taxi in New York City, Chicago, Hong Kong, or Hanoi. That man was the second worst driver on earth. He was superseded years later by a woman to whom I was engaged, but never married, Cammie Shelton. We were headed east on a cross street, can‟t recall which one, south of the downtown section. We stopped at a sign before crossing Washington Avenue, the main downtown drag, north and south. “T” was running his mouth the way he did at times. He was sort of a crossbreed. He had an irreplaceable smile and laugh, much like Paul Newman, and was often like Newman‟s characters in the way he acted. There were times you couldn‟t get a word out of him. Other times, he did his Stevie Wonder imitation and left his mouth on idle, so you didn‟t need the radio. You‟d be lulled into a stupor as his mouth went on and on and on and on. I‟m not sure if he didn‟t also drive like Stevie. However, I have to say, a blind man could probably drive better than “T”. Leviticus, Limited 33-0505963
Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 114 He looked at me as he talked, his face a melded replica of Tommy Smothers and Paul Newman. Jabbering happily, he started to cross Washington Avenue. Looking right, I saw a car bearing down on us. The driver wasn‟t even watching the road. He was stupidly screwing around with something him on the car seat. Casually, as if suddenly remembering I had a dental appointment next week and might miss our bridge game, I remarked, “„T‟, we‟re getting killed.” That son-of-a-bitch never broke his train of thought, or missed a word of what he wanted to say. He simply turned left, a lane too early, and drove north in the southbound lane. When the errant driver passed by, he got into the correct lane. “T” kept on going without missing a beat in whatever he wanted to finish telling me. Incredible! There was another incident involving “T” too hilarious to omit. He knew a guy named Al. I didn‟t know him that well, myself. He went to Eastern or Everett and was a couple years older than me. Yet, he had a long term relationship with an incredibly beautiful girl named Connie Turpin. I knew her, but not well. I can‟t think of any occasion since I met that little fox I didn‟t have a long list of really dirty ideas that included her. I came to know her a little better a few years later when I married her younger sister, Donna. While that increased my looking opportunities, it was a death knell for any remote chance I‟d ever get something going with Connie. Al had the bottom floor of a house on a side street off East Michigan Avenue, the main east-west road from downtown. We‟d go there and party. I never went by myself, only with “T”. As I said, I didn‟t know Al that well. Leviticus, Limited 33-0505963
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