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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 48
girlfriend”. A year older, she went to Otto. She was in the seventh grade, I was in the
sixth. At a parochial school. Not a school with “cool kids”, a parochial school. I wasn‟t
sure Cary‟d like the idea, since I was a year younger, a grade behind her, going to a
parochial school.
Like Mom used to say, That‟s where “thought” gets ya.
Cary liked the idea just fine. Well, ain‟t this just freakin‟ wonderful? I have a
girlfriend now. Not one I would‟ve picked, but I have one, all the same. Wondraneous.
What‟m I gonna do with a girlfriend?
You‟ve got me by the ass. I had no idea.
Cary was “too old”, (her words), to associate with kids in our neighborhood. We
had little in common, with different schools and none of the same friends, but I made a
stab at it. I went every day to spend time with her, to be a good boyfriend. After a while,
when it got old, I wasn‟t all that interested in a girlfriend. I wanted to waste time the way
I did before, although I‟m not sure what that might‟ve been.
So, Cary and I broke up. At least, I thought we did.
The next day, Mom went diddy-bopping to see Shirley, found out what a mean
and nasty thing I did, and climbed on my ass like I had stirrups. Later that day, I had the
same girlfriend again. This went on for a while, but I was always a rebellious little shit.
It‟s changed now, since I‟m a very rebellious big shit, but that‟s how it was back then.
After we broke up the seventh time, the mothers got us back together.
By then, Cary was gathering a hint. We went for a long walk, holding hands, and
our hands got sweaty after a while. Yuck! We stopped a few blocks away at “the blind
school”, which is what all the locals called The Michigan School for the Blind, (where I
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