In a weed-choked field between Arthur Kill Road and the Arthur Kill in the Rossville section of Staten Island, an abandoned and decomposing Dodge Aspen or Plymouth Volare from the 1970s is almost completely surrounded by plant life.
When I see an automotive carcass like this, I wonder about what kind of life it led before shuffling off the mortal coil. What was the moment like when it was chosen on the lot of the dealership by the person destined to become its owner? What did the house look like in whose driveway this car resided? What kind of road-trips did it take? What places did it see? Was it in any accidents? Only God, this car, and the nurse know for sure. :)