I grew up in the coolest old neighborhood. What had once been an upscale neighborhood was (and is) a lot of large, often three story, sometimes with carriage house with living quarters old houses. Somehow evolved into a more or less middle class owners, some single family, some converted to apartments, some raized to make six or eight plexes. Many cool cars sighted when growing up, but that is a story for another day.
Today I drove by and saw the Jeep.
Sorry for not more and better pics. It has current tags, and sits open, rough and ready and exposed to the world, as it should be. Has been there for many years, but haven’t seen it move.