My grandfather in his first car a 1939 Ford. During this time my grandfather was working as a mechanic in his father’s (the man driving.) shop. The car was equipped with rumble seats where grandpa would hide his friends when they went to the drive in. It was the car he picked my grandmother up in on their first date.
My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, “If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.” Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- “Don’t ever smoke. Please don’t put your family through what your Grandfather put us through.” I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because this game gave me cancer anyway.