by Daniel J. Travanti | Apr 30, 2005 | Essay
Winter is staying here. It may have traveled to Lake Forest from the west; no, I think it slipped over the border from the north, and maybe slightly west, over the corner of Minnesota. May is its very latest deadline, I would think, but it’s not going....
by Daniel J. Travanti | Apr 12, 2005 | Correspondence
Dear Mary, To continue. Not that Hollywood is fine. The traffic is unmoving. It moves you, to wonder why. Why do so many put up with inadequate roadways? More cars than any other nation. Yes, the U.S. is first, California is second. And the...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Feb 23, 2005 | Correspondence
Dear Nancy, Over twelve years ago, an agent had a compilation tape of my film work. I couldn’t look at it. I stashed it. It surfaced last year, out of the lake of flotsam and jetsam after ten years in this house. I could barely watch. Snippets...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 20, 2004 | Correspondence
Dear Eileen, I love and respect you. And I shall always be grateful for our friendship and our collaboration. As you have told me, “Old Wicked Songs” helped you a bit in a time of need. Me, too. Your board are an impressive band of believers:...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Aug 15, 2004 | Essay
On the last night of the Republican convention, President Bush was clearly moved by his own words. But only when he got to the part about war. All religious zealots are clear about right and wrong. Their god is the one and only higher power, and all others...
