It's Sunday morning outside Leon, West Virginia.
The pre-Interstate route I used to take to my Aunt & Uncle's place in Mom's hometown of Pomeroy, Ohio went through West Virginia, and what I mostly remember about the state was switchback roads and cars on blocks in front of shanty houses.... "Yep, that's the old '53 DeSoto pappy bought when he was workin' the mines and making some real money..."
That background forms a standing joke I have with Miss MaryAnn- when I first started going to see her she had appliances from various properties she manages sitting in her driveway. On a tony place like The Island this is considered very declasse, gauche', whatever you call it, "it just isn't done!"
So on a trip to the Vet's I happened across this:
...and I showed her the picture and told her "you need to buy that car and set it up on blocks in your front yard to complete the ambiance of the place..."