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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 54
went into it. When it was my day, the first class was spelling. I watched the clock like a
hawk. When the hand ticked, I said, “Get your glad rags on, kids, it‟s time for spelling
class.” I doubt it was a reward, but I spent that hour in the principal‟s office with a sore
butt from her yardstick. Hey, if she can‟t take a joke, piss on her, right?
We had the “privilege” of going to Mass every day, Monday through Friday. We
were thusly blessed again on Sunday. Saturdays we could be lustful sinners, I guess.
With no alternative to going six days per week, I seem to have missed the part that made
it a privilege. Attention span trouble, must be.
Although we could go to communion any day we wanted, you had to fast all night
before doing so, from six o‟clock the evening before. I don‟t think Mom was any crazier
than anyone else‟s Mom about not giving us breakfast after we‟d gone all night without
even a piece of bread. However, on Friday, everybody in school took communion.
A parish member owned Paul‟s Pastries, a local bakery. He‟d make up tons of
trays with jelly rolls and real long johns. The kind with crème in „em, not that custard
garbage that makes me want to barf. I think they also offered doughnuts, but there was
no way I‟d waste the space. Not when I could have two each of the others, and two pints
of milk. Mmmmmmmmmm! Damned awfully good!
There were a few kids I find memorable. Terry Lovell was one. He had long,
black hair and was kinda loud. I thought he was one of the really cool guys, but I saw
most of „em didn‟t hang around with him. Still, I liked him, so we were pals, sort of.
I think the nuns called him an asshole, as I‟m sure they did with me. One or both
of us was always in trouble.
Terry brought me in on a scheme once. I couldn‟t pass it up. We snuck into the
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