A TLANTA — When jazz trumpeter, vocalist and bandleader Joe Gransden, 53, finally tracked down the car of his dreams, it was sitting under a tree in Arab, Alabama, providing a home for snakes, mice and mold. The black beauty that was the joy of his adolescence had been in the weather for 15 years, during which time the T-top had been leaking, the floorboards rotting, the dashboard disintegrating and the firewall crumbling. The engine was blown.
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