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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 29
ago. My prayers are she found a way back, but my experience tells me that‟s as likely as
“Slick Willy” keeping his hands to himself around female staff members.
Getting back to the residents by the power company. The people who took over
that neighborhood were lazy, shiftless, unemployed, drunks and druggies. The crime rate
went way up. It soon became an area no one wanted, or dared, to go. However, rather
than use that offensive word in further descriptions, since they were all lazy bastards, I‟ll
refer to people like that as an LB. Unless I repeat what someone said, of course.
One safety feature, per my experience, LBs don‟t read books, so I know I won‟t
offend one by what you‟ve read so far, or will read.
I remember the first time I met a black kid, (not an LB, he was simply a little
black boy, about my age). We were at Fabiano‟s Market, a local store two blocks from
the house. Frank and John Fabiano ran it until Frank retired. John bought Frank out and
stayed there, although the neighborhood was declining badly.
Mom was a witness when an armed robber shotgunned John in the store in the
mid 80s. Cut that poor man in half and he died at the scene. The robber was an LB from
the neighborhood who needed a fix.
When John died, he‟d already brought in his son-in-law as a partner. A guy I was
a year behind in school named Mike Flynn. My SWAG estimate, (Scientific Wild Assed
Guess), Mike was a lot less Italian than his father-in-law. Still, he was a very lucky man,
Mike was. He married Ginny Fabiano. John‟s daughter, who I‟m positive has created
millions of nasty thoughts in the minds of men over the years. She was gorgeous back
then. I have no reason to think she‟s changed.
That girl and her eyes! Wow!
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