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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 69
He drove over to Fabiano‟s Market, which was open Christmas Day, and bought a
six-pack of beer. Then came home and slammed it on the kitchen table. Those fuckin‟
kids were such ungrateful little bastards he didn‟t even want to look at the little assholes.
Although I never liked that man as long as I knew him, I was truly sorry for
hurting him so terribly. He really suffered.
In any event, since we were poor and the money was already spent, we had to
wear those “stupid imitations” to school. I was totally against it. Embarrassed to the
point I wanted to die … until I started getting compliments on my “neat new shirt”. Kids
were asking where they could get „em.
I “kept forgetting” to ask Mom about it. No way I wanted anyone to know these
“great new shirts” came from a discount store.
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Age six was a big year for me. One example came at my birthday. Maybe I
should say the Christmas before my sixth birthday, in 1954. I was born on the 28 th of
December, 1948. That's the only year my folks made money on me at tax time.
That David thing was born February 11 th , 1951, three days before a happy event
called Valentine‟s Day. Like that matters, unless you‟re dating or, in a few extremely
remote cases, married to a woman you still honestly love?
I was three days short of being six that year, nine months from my first day of
kindergarten. The rule was any baby born after December 5 th had to wait a year longer
before kindergarten to avoid always being the youngest student in class. I was, therefore,
always the oldest kid in my class. It never did a damned thing to help in any way.
So, very early, maybe around five-thirty in the morning, December 25 th , 1954, we
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