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 | 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...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Feb 21, 1998 | Essay
…I thought I was controlling my destiny, regulating my moves—so I wouldn’t be too far out of N.Y. Actually, I was frightened and lonely. I was incapable of taking my own good advice. I’m so glad you’re operating sanely. I said the word would get around and someone...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 27, 1994 | Essay
New York City “SIAO YU” and “An Inspector Calls” Play Sylvia Chang is earnest. Bright, intense, pretty. She’s been in ninety movies! An assistant told me. She directed nine films. The building where the production offices are located is a...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Feb 9, 1994 | Essay
The real problem of higher education for the highly educated one is that the rest of the world—most of it—is not very bright and doesn’t know very much. Therefore it cannot operate on a high intellectual level; so it brings down the level of thinking to...
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...
