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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 290
Me? I didn‟t get squat, but there wasn‟t much I could say about it. After all, they
fronted all the money and helped me get through it, so I just let the entire idea go and
went on about my life.
The criminal system was just about as silly as the civil side. Between my ages
sixteen and twenty-one, I was arrested twenty-two times. The charges were never
anything to be concerned about, at least, not individually. Minor in possession a few
times, public intoxication, and drunk driving, (a ticket offense back then), made up my
“criminal background”.
Even a drunk driving charge only meant seven hours, or less, in the drunk tank. If
the jailing officer felt you were sober enough after four or five hours, he‟d let you go with
an O.R. release, (Own Recognizance). It always meant a court date, where I‟d plead
guilty and pay a hundred dollar fine. That was it. Done.
There were, however, a few things they didn‟t nab me for. One had to do with my
summer job when I was seventeen, the year after the accident. I hired on as the $1.50 per
hour “extra guy” working for a builder named Don Govan. I worked along with Lupe
Delapaz, his property manager, doing yard work, general chores, running errands, and
finally at job sites.
I was even allowed to drive the ‟64 Ford pickup, black with a V-8 and “three on
the tree”, home some weekends. Of course, an hour or two after I got home, my friends
and I were at a beer store stocking up. We had a ride, and I had money to drink, since my
job paid the monumental sum of $60.00 for a full week‟s work.
Of course, beer was $1.25 per six-pack, so it all worked out nicely.
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