Don't know why I was thinking about this today, but I was... my mind really wanders when I'm sleepy. Anyhow, I was thinking about this couple my father knew: Randy and Annie. I thought they were the coolest; I met them when I was 12 or so... my father worked with them and I occasionally got to hang with the grown-ups at company softball games or whatever. Anyhow, Randy & Annie (I can't remember their last name) were supremely cool -- in retrospect, one or both of them must've been engineers who worked with my father; they were about 10 years younger than him... childless... they had really cool dogs (golden retrievers maybe? cocker spaniels?? I just remember the "idea" of the dogs... not the actual beasts). The one thing that put them over the top on the cool-meter was the fact that they had a convertible Karman Ghia (it was orangey-red with a black rag top) which they were restoring.
I remember the couple of times Annie took me for a spin in the Ghia. I was so in love with that car -- I could actually SEE myself driving a car just like it when I was old enough. The smell of it was so delicious. Eventually I got a '69 Beetle Cabriolet but it wasn't anywhere near as chic as Randy & Annie's Karman Ghia.
Anyhow, they eventually got divorced (I was well into my teenage years and was too caught up in my own drama, as adolescents are); they never had kids and I thought it was so odd that they would split up seeing as they didn't have children to break up the marriage* . It's weird. I hadn't thought about it in years -- about how I thought it so bizarre that they would split up. I wonder who got the Ghia.
*I've since had tons of counseling, thankyouverymuch.