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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 67
in the car business. I helped them get a 1975 Delta 88 Royale, loaded and brand-new.
Powder blue with a dark blue vinyl top.
A few months later, I was able to help them into of a fully loaded brand-new 1975
Olds 98 Regency coupe. A sexy two-door in cranberry with a white vinyl half top. He
drove it until shortly before his death in 1991, when he traded it for a 1984 Olds Cutlass
four-door, used. I was long gone to California by then.
Back to unhappy Christmases. It was sixth grade. There was a neat new fashion
sweeping the scene. Banlon shirts. If you were a kid back then, a sexy Banlon was the
greatest thing since canned beer. Nobody but nobody would ever want to go to school in
anything but a Banlon. It was the “in” thing.
Uh-huh. Well, I inherited a trait from my old man. I almost never perspire, other
than from my face. Mom‟s side of the family swelters just thinking about getting out of a
chair. Since the old man rented clean white shirts every day, and never sweated, I was
big enough during sixth and seventh grade to wear those shirts. Every morning I‟d put on
the shirt he wore the day before and go to school in it. That helped Mom, and reduced
my clothing budget, but they were not the Banlon shirts everyone else wore.
My school said we had to wear a tie every day; string ties were okay. The girls all
had to wear the same bluish-green plaid uniform skirts and white blouses, apparently to
avoid embarrassing the poor girls. Hey, what about us poor boys, damn it? We get to
wear “dress slacks” and a shirt, but you can sure as hell tell I don‟t live in Mar-Moor,
can‟t you?
That‟s a subdivision built by Margeurite Moore, a local realtor who had a ton and
a half of cash. Wealthy people bought those homes for outrageous amounts of money.
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