Dead? Rotting? But, I dreamed, with battery replacements and a few new tires, these would be as good as new and I was tempted to try to drive one away as is and race the damn thing up Route 102 and risk pursuit by a RI state trooper. Could have been a problem since none of these is registered in my name, none has a valid safety inspection sticker. Exhuming the past, be it vehicles or loved human beings, should be as easy as the clicking of a photo, the turning of an ignition. All is as it was. And rust shall have no dominion.