I remember when cars had those triangular vent windows that you could open at just the right angle to get the air to blow in your face. I'm so old that when I was a kid, I rode in the front seat, or climbed over to the back seat, or lay down on the seat if I felt like it. And the glove compartment door when opened made a little tray with an indentation for a cup, and my job was to pour coffee for my mom from the thermos.

I remember when finding out that somebody was divorced, or another kid's parents were divorced, was kind of shocking and scandalous.