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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 95
Sorry, Nanc, I know you wished that, too.
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I screwed around that last semester of junior high, after resigning at the end of my
first semester of high school at O‟Rafferty. There were new kids to meet and tons of
pretty girls to chase, so I had my hands full. However, it seemed my hands weren‟t full
of the right things. I learned, at the end of the year, I had two options. I could skip going
on to high school with my friends and repeat the ninth grade, or attend summer school
and make it on schedule. Oh, joy.
However, some of Bill‟s innate brilliance came to the fore when I relented and
accepted my fate. It turned out a lot of my buddies screwed up the same way. They also
had to attend summer school. They all signed up for classes like welding, shop, auto
mechanics, woodworking, and a host of other crap that didn‟t interest me in the least.
Sure, I liked working on cars, and later became a pretty decent mechanic, but that wasn‟t
in my plans. Not during a hot, muggy Michigan summer, it wasn‟t.
Instead, I signed up for Home Ec and Typing.
Those guys all laughed their collective asses off when I told „em which classes I
had. I chuckled as I watched „em stride off to hot, smelly garages and work labs before I
turned and went into the much cooler school to serve my sentence. Later, when I saw
their sweaty asses dragging out at the end of the day, I pointed out a few “significant
details” they missed when they jeered at me.
Not only was I fresh and peppy from a cool afternoon in the school building, I
spent that time with thirty-two lovely young ladies. Not forty or fifty sweaty guys, half
of „em Mexican, but with pretty, smiling young ladies.
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