Finding Ulysses

Just below the parking lot of the NAPA auto parts store, on the bank leading down to Trumansburg Creek, there’s a half-buried wreck of an old car. I don’t know my old cars, but it looks like it’s from the late 50s or the early 60s to me.

It’s available for viewing for a limited time only, between the melting of the snows, and the budding of the leaves on the blackberries growing around its rust.