You could have knocked me down with a styrofoam peanut last night when I strolled down W. 44th Street near Seventh and did a double take to make sure The Streetcar Named Desire was parked on the curb. No, not the play. The actual streetcar, a dark green metal job that clearly bore the destination "Desire" and appeared to be from New Orleans. It sat on a trailer bed which was connected to a semi cab.
"Some movie shoot," I thought. I walked up to the semi and spotted a man who looked like a truckdriver. He was. "What's with the Streetcar Names Desire," I asked, trying to put it as simply as possible. He confirmed it was the actual vehicle, a working streetcar that had been carted up from the Big Easy to New York to inspire people to take a trip down south to distressed New Orleans. "You know: `Stella!,' the driver's friend offered, helpfully." It had been parked there from two days and folks had taken tours of the car all day. It was closed now, sadly.
Desire was due to hit the road Thursday morning. It was on a national tour, with Chicago the next stop.