“They told me to take a street-car named Desire, and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks and get off at – Elysian Fields!”
– Blanche DuBois in Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire
And, you know, once upon a time you really could take all those streetcars – from sin to death to the afterlife – one right after another. Now they’ve mostly been replaced by buses, and if you’re me, they’ll likely leave you stranded somewhere along the way. To be fair, the last time I was stranded, I was actually on Elysian Fields, and my destination was Metairie which in many ways is a kind of suburban hell, so… I think I’ve stretched the metaphor too far already.