This is my Dad's old car. He parked it here 15 years ago at the entrance of what was once a 200 year old tobacco barn. He died a few months later and the barn fell in shortly after. My brother pulled some of the debris off, but when he realized how far gone it was, he stopped. This was my Dad's dream car... a Cadillac convertible. It actually ran when he put it here, just needed a new battery and top. He was too sick to do any more work on it. My Grandma doesn't have the heart to move it off her property, so here it sits and rusts. If you look closely, you can see my little sister's stroller propped on the side of the car. That was also pulled from the old barn after it fell.