http://www.tennesseewilliams.net/the-box-office-is-openThe Street Car Named Desire no longer runs, but the Tennessee Williams Festival continues like
a European train, always running on time. So many tales about the man, the myth, and his life.......
No one was yelling, "Stella, Stella," but if you listened with historic ears you could hear Stanley. Today's version of Stanley is the young man dressed with name brands all over his t-shirt, pants, and shoes and tattoos up and down his muscular arms.
He had one of those very muscular arms tightly wound around his fille de la journée (girl of the day).
I wonder why the vice grip on this likewise tattooed young woman. Does he worry that she will try to escape and reveal some deep dark secrets if he lets go of her?
Yesterday, I meet Bobby, who said that she was born in Delaware. She said that the National
Lampoon Magazine listed Delaware as the most boring state in America. Little wonder, like Mr. Williams, she clings to the Big Easy. She seemed to be carrying all of her worldly possessions in the three new plastic bags she held tightly to her chest as she regaled us with stories of her on-and-off visits to New Orleans since 1986.
She spoke of this city with great love, yet she seemed to carry a great mystery like Maggie or Amanda.
I understand why Mr. Williams found this city and its street cars so enticing.
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