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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 120
Chouinard residence. There must‟ve been thirty or more guys. We were all having a lot
of fun. Although I can‟t understand today why I had fun doing that, I enjoyed it then.
I was on a chair in the dining room. Every other seat was taken. Guys were
standing around, slouched in all three doorways, against walls, any place they could find.
Pete was saying something where he stood in the middle of the room. I have no idea
what he was talking about. All I knew was he stood in front of me, pretty much blocking
my view of everyone except the guys on either side of me. Since that makes having a
conversation a tad difficult, I spoke up. “Pete, you‟re in my way! Move your fat fuckin‟
ass someplace else, huh?”
He turned around, smiling, and said, “I know, I know. I‟m so fat, you can‟t see
around me, right?”
“Are you kidding me? Pete, you‟re so fuckin‟ fat, I can‟t even hear around you!”
Some of the guys were still laughing five minutes later.
We spent a number of weekends in my favorite place in the world for many years.
Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Even the neighborhoods have bars where you can drink, often as
many as four in a block. No place I‟ve ever been, including Munich, Germany, is as
dedicated to drinking beer as the people I met in Milwaukee. Of course, to me, that was
heaven. I was slowly working my way around to becoming a full-time, first class drunk,
so Milwaukee was the place for me. Bet on it.
Bob Chouinard‟s father came from that area, so he had a lot of relatives there.
We‟d often drive over for a weekend of total drunkenness, then promise ourselves all the
way home we‟d never do it again. The promises would last about a month and we‟d be
in the car again, heading back to Milwaukee. It was always Bob Chouinard and me, and
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