by Daniel J. Travanti | Dec 8, 1993 | Essay
Don Ameche died yesterday. He was 85. He was born in my hometown, Kenosha, Wisconsin. When his picture appeared in TIME Magazine in 1985, my picture was on the same page. Ameche was in a bathing suit standing on a diving board, I was in one of the morrow...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Dec 6, 1993 | Essay
December 6, 1993 Daniel J....
by Daniel J. Travanti | Dec 5, 1993 | Essay
You have to be free to care about art—especially for its own sake—which bothers me these days; hanging on walls. Photos of “museum quality” seem so artificial, meaning fake. It’s an art-ifice, artful sometimes, not exactly living, if it doesn’t mean life but only...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Dec 2, 1993 | Correspondence
My God, we are in a mental void! The news lady just said, “And in a chilling coincidence, the man was arrested exactly thirty years to the day of President Kennedy’s slaying; of a man apprehended by a Secret Service Agent outside Jackie Onassis’ home on Long Island...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Nov 22, 1993 | Essay
However effective religions claim to be, they are too varied, inconsistent, arbitrary and self-concerned to be much help to anyone. Morals vary from tribe to tribe and century to century, continent to continent. Nature—hence science—is ONE:...
