When we were living in Jacksonville, I remember we had an old Jaguar.  I don't remember the model but I remember it was old.  Really old.  I think it had either dents or rust, too. But it was a Jaguar.  And my dad could fix anything, being the gifted welder that he was.

The thing I remember is that, for us, it was a status symbol.  It didn't matter how old, how beat up, how un-marketable that car was, it was a Jaguar and RICH people drove those.

Here we were:  dirty, rag-tag kids, hoping to find the next meal.  But we had a Jaguar.

That's the important thing.