Streetcar Named Desire Every spring, below a second-story balcony in New Orleans' fabled French Quarter, crowds gather to watch men tear at their T-shirts in agony and shout at the heavens. For the uninitiated bystander, such a ritual might seem...
I don't think I have a real best friend. I have friends but not so close to call someone best friend. Maybe pets are people's best friends. What do you think?
