Gorham Street At Night (from the original "Lost in a Lunchbox")

And so it was that the wine-drinking madmen took over everything. All hunched over their desks, harshly scribbling bits of nonsense. Slugging dark port. Far from home. Champing at the bit.

And outside the window, the cars line up like diamonds on the highway; which now oddly runs right through the city. Through all cities, leading right up to your doorstep. Your wobbly, stumbling doorstep.