Corvair Love

What makes you laugh?

Another Love Story

Being a little kid in retrospect is humorous and confusing. My grandmother whom we all adored suddenly one day had a boyfriend. Who knows what he really was. We never knew our grandfather as he passed away when we were too young to have memories that transended into the future. A male in our grandmother’s house was something we noticed quickly. Even as kids we were not the gossipy type.

This is interesting how we piece together our memories and what happens, especially when transferred from a less than developed brain to hopefully a fully developed brain. I remember this new man looking remarkably similar to Mel Blanc. It is interesting to know that I had no idea who Mel Blanc was when this man entered our life. All I knew at that time was Bugs Bunny.

And he drove a Corvair. I am not a car person, and I never have been a car person. I have no idea why I knew that he drove a Corvair. The chief suspect is my dad. As kids we were told not to ask questions. Somewhere along the line, I asked my dad about this guy who appeared at our grandmother ‘s home. My dad was a car salesman and talked about his mother ‘s boyfriend ‘s car in his usual hyperbolic way. My dad distorted the truth and, in my youth, I listened to it as the gospel according to Dad until it no longer made sense

But there was no debating that my grandmother dated a guy named Doc who drove up to her house in a little white Corvair. These are memories of our grandmother when we thought of her as old. It is an age-old belief about grandparents.

And today while out running I passed a Corvair parked on the street. I had to laugh.