After that I jogged a few more blocks in the winter sunlight, before turning right and beginning to head home by a slightly different route. I passed an old white Cadillac that has been parked in the same spot, against the curb, ever since A. and I bought the house we’re living in, or anyway ever since I began jogging through this neighborhood shortly after we bought the house, and which Cadillac I love to look at, because it is old and because I like Cadillacs.