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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 118
few months earlier. As the trip was pre-paid, I went, hiding my broken heart from her.
When we arrived at the airport, “T” was there to greet me. It was wonderful to see an old
friend again, someone I once loved as a close friend.
I had my former girlfriend with me, a very pretty woman named Carole Lynn
Williams. Yet another someone I loved very much, and lost.
When I saw “T”, I was overwhelmed with happiness. Carole Lynn told me she‟d
wait a minute, so I hurried toward “T” to greet him.
I guess he planned on a handshake. I did what first came to mind and hugged
him. Hell, I hadn‟t seen the guy for a dozen years. I was thrilled to be in his company
again.
“T” stiffened up like a board. It was as if I was “outing him” as a raging
homosexual. It‟s sad when people let appearances come ahead of what they really feel.
In advance of any questions, I have no reason to think “T” changed from what he always
was, straight as an arrow in every inch of him. Prison, or not, he never gave me any
reason to feel he‟d “gone over to the pink side”.
advice.
“T” and I had fun. I made a little money while I was there, mostly because of his
I remember an occasion when, if I‟d snapped a picture of him, you‟d‟ve thought
he was Paul Newman. We‟d stopped at a buffet where I got a sixteen ounce T-bone and
dinner for $4.95, a helluva good meal. As we were going to get our food, I had my coat
hanging on the chair next to me. I asked, “„T‟, is it safe to leave my coat here? Will
anyone steal it if I leave it on the chair?”
He turned to look at me, his Newman smile in full regale. “Not that coat!”
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