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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 208
told him, or if it was all his in imagination, but I was suddenly the guy who wanted to
take his wife away from him.
Give me a goddamned break, huh? I‟m not interested in her. If I was, I‟d still be
with her, and I wasn‟t, so that should‟ve answered any questions this jerk might‟ve had
about me.
I stopped one night at the Saginaw Bar with five of my buddies. Again, I‟m not
sure who they were. I think Bob Chouinard was there, and one of the twins, maybe
Dave, and a few other guys. We were inside, hoisting a few beers, telling jokes and lies
with equal abandon. I saw a few military people come in the back door.
The bar was in a small shopping center with a lot of parking in back. The street
out front offered very little parking, so most traffic entered by the back door.
It was my understanding military people didn‟t go around in uniform when they
were on leave. All my buddies who were in the service either wore whatever they had at
home that still fit over all that new muscle, or fatigues from boot camp. I couldn‟t
remember anyone ever going out socially in full dress uniform.
Maybe it was because all these guys wore a green beret. Perhaps that was part of
their code. Again, it was like asking me the difference between ignorance and apathy. I
don‟t know, and I don‟t care.
We paid them no attention, just kept drinking beer. At that point in my life,
beyond getting laid whenever I could, getting drunk was about the most important item
on my daily agenda. We were still going on as before when one of those guys came over
to our table.
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