I would estimate it was a late ’80s Continental, the model that shared a stretched platform and the drivetrain with the Ford Taurus sedan. Imagining that it was once someone’s proud new luxury car it had long lost its clear coated glossy metallic sheen to the elements. It had been abandoned in our hotel parking lot long enough for spider webs between tires and pavement. We even thought we saw a tumbleweed wedged under, curious for a place like Florida. The old car sat bottomed out on its legs, the air ride suspension had leaked down. We wondered whether it had been stolen. Whether there was a body in the trunk. Maybe the owner was trying to skate the airport parking garage fee. Well, today a hook came and dragged the mystery away. Maybe someone will return to claim it. Maybe not.