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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 315
There was a lumber mill on the north side of town, owned by my still unofficial Grandpa,
Bob McGeorge. A small general store with mostly food items, a bait shop, a hardware, a
gas station, and a bar, The Swiss Inn. That‟s just about it. You now know all about Lake
George, which got the name by being, in some places, only a few feet from the waters of
Lake George.
Must‟ve been The Swiss Inn was about to do inventory and would rather sell it
than count it, „cause Unc did everything he could to totally eliminate their entire stock in
one night. The hangover he had the next day would‟ve felled any moose who ever lived
in northern Michigan. That man was sick. Goddamned awfully sick, and even a kid like
me could see it very plainly.
That was the first time I ever heard of anything called “the hair of the dog”. He
and Mom were arguing about it until she told him to kiss her ass and went down to the
beach, maybe 150 yards from our cottage. It stems from an old adage for use when bitten
by a dog. The wisdom of the ages suggests putting a hair “from the dog that bit you” on
the wound to promote healing.
Drinking more alcohol, as long as it‟s not a sugary sissy drink, will only add
liquids, which helps a lot, and assist in stabilizing the former drunk‟s system. So, Unc
overdid it, as usual. While one beer might‟ve helped out, maybe even two, he sucked
down about six in a row. Then he insisted he was right and Mom was wrong, since he
felt good again.
Why shouldn’t he no longer have a hangover? Hell, he was drunk again. I think
it‟s one of the natural rules of life; you can‟t be hungover and drunk at the same time.
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