Today’s forecast high in Chicago is a whopping 95° F (35° C), just as I have a very special guest arriving – my mother. Thank goodness my new air conditioner blows really cold. As time has marched on, and no matter what stage of adulthood I’ve progressed through, it seems there will always be a part of me that reverts back to the me that I was before my college-aged independence whenever I’m around immediate family members, especially my elders.
Sometimes, that’s a good thing. Other times, it has seemed of questionable benefit to my psyche. I’ve come to realize that no matter where I stand with anyone I’m related to, I’ve been given one set of blood-related family members, so I try to take everything with a grain (sometimes, hailstone) of salt. We don’t have to like everybody, but we should try to love others, anyway, whatever that looks like.
What does any of this have to do with our featured car? Summertime in Flint, Michigan, where and when I grew up, was a magical place and time, often filled with afternoons of gliding down the slip-n-slide under the lawn sprinkler in our backyard (you have to add just a little bit of dish soap to really fly), playing tag in our front yard by the birch tree, riding bikes, and hearing the tinkling bells of the ice cream truck. When I had seen this mildly customized Karmann Ghia in my neighborhood almost six years ago, its color scheme reminded me of one of my favorite frozen treats – the grape creamsicle.
I’m normally pretty strict about what I eat during the week, but when I have company, all bets are off. The main goals for today will be to stay hydrated, out of the sun (Mom is very, very fair skinned and freckly), and most importantly, staying cool. If we happen to pass an ice cream cart, vendor stand, or convenience store during our adventures, a grape creamsicle just might have to be purchased and consumed on the spot. I’ll just have to remember not to wear a white t-shirt today. Happy Friday, everyone.
Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois.
Saturday, November 9, 2013.