Halfway up Emma Road, just past the second curve, is this Chevy delivery sedan. I don’t have to name the year, do I?
Asheville, N.C., 210 miles northeast of Atlanta
No. 125: Special Delivery
It Was Running When I Parked It
Beneath the pines and entangled in kudzu they lie — old cars, old trucks, erstwhile haulers of family and produce. Forgotten but not gone.
It Was Running When I Parked It 