Someone may not understand the implications of the word “executive.” None of the things here – the broken windows; the wonky, old-time Venetian blinds; the awning frame that lacks an awning; those awful benches; and even the weather checked sign conjure up anything that the word generally implies. But maybe someone needs credit for trying?
This stretch limo has been parked next to a vacant building for years. Both, of course, have their best days far, far in the past. I was downtown the other Sunday afternoon (you know why) and took a look at the limo; after all these years of kind-of seeing it, it seemed like it was about damn time I went in for a closer look. In addition to many pounds of bird shit splattered all over it, there was a nice array of a shattered driver’s side window, a felt cowboy coat, a bible, and Spanish dictionary, a red crayon, and a granola bar. That seems like a lot of narratives all congregating in one location, doesn’t it?
*UPDATE* Two days ago, I drove by this location and the car was gone. Good thing I finally got around to photographing it.