by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 19, 1993 | Essay
October 16, 1993 Daniel J....
by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 8, 1993 | Essay
Come to the pump room. Is this a command performance? I asked Mariann. She just faxed me the directions. This morning I felt rested. I must buy white tape to shut out the light coming in over the edges of my blackout shade. I made...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 2, 1993 | Essay
I know a seventeen year old who is heady with excitement of reading philosophy and writing papers at a college in an ideal setting. She believes that she can make bad things better. She believes in learning. She feels the beauty of it. She is feeling the...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 28, 1993 | Essay
September 28, 1993 Chicago...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 27, 1993 | Essay
September 27, 1993 Chicago Daniel J. Travanti Actors act. They react. Act, the first three letters of action. We take action. But why? What’s it all about, Alfie? Heaven knows, Mr. Allison. Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. I do. ...
