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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 250
The bones in my leg were still knitting for about four years afterward, so the pains
were both frequent and varied. Nice touch of excitement, I guess. A change of pace, if
you will. It hurt to do anything but drink beer and have sex, so I initially spent as much
time as I could doing both. It was very hard to keep up with the guys I‟d been running
with, and we began drifting apart.
I soon became an HSDO, (High School Drop-Out), in my junior year, about
halfway through. The pain of all that walking in school was pretty bad, and I felt like a
third wheel anytime I got together with anyone I knew. Easy to do when you‟re a six-feet
two and a half inch, two-hundred-twenty pound bale of insecurity, and I was.
Soon after I dropped out, my future began to look up. I found a good job at
Morris Auto Parts, driving the delivery truck, for $1.50 per hour! Man, talk about goin‟
places! I was! To Holt. To Mason. To DeWitt. To Grand Ledge. All over Lansing. A
new world opened up for me, and it stunk.
Ironically, I graduated six weeks ahead of my class. I went out to MSU and met
with some counselors. Using my trusty silver tongue, I somehow attained a waiver of the
normal requirement of waiting until after your class has graduated to take the test. It was
a five hour test I aced in less than three, and the results arrived six weeks before the class
had their ceremony. Oh, joy.
If I‟d gone the regular three years, when I started my senior year in 1967 that
David thing would be starting as a sophomore, which it did but I wasn‟t around. I
think that was good, since it would‟ve only been another problem I didn‟t need, and I was
long since finished defending it or sticking up for it.
Many people might say this would be a good opportunity for me to tell you a few
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