by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 22, 1989 | Essay
Once, if you dared to warn the world that our emitting of poisons into the air, and deadly chemicals, petroleum residues, and nuclear waste into the sand, dirt, and all water sources, many defenders would have said you were premature. Some others would...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 17, 1989 | Essay
When the tremor shudders loose steel, from the view out of the window to the helicopter, the collapsed section of bridge looks like a lightweight model; small and insignificant. Ribbons of roadway lie rumpled, surely made of cloth. They look so limp, but...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Oct 1, 1989 | Essay
Hey, says the EPA, we’ve got it covered. Relax! They crew up, we fine ‘em. Just fine ‘em, that’s all, and it’s fine again. Fining makes it all just fine. If a man were caught fanning the flames of a fire he had just started in a wing of the White House, he...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 16, 1989 | Essay
Whatever happened to creativity? Where has fiction gone? Can’t we have GONE WITH THE WIND again, WAR AND PEACE, DEATH OF A SALESMAN? Where is the imagination, that force of intuition, that swirling gatherer of conscience, complaints, sheaves of pain, and pleasure...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 9, 1989 | Essay
Gee, this picture doesn’t do you justice. It’s only a picture. It’s not me. I know, but you’re much better looking. You ought to let Jim take some shots of you sometime. He’s great. Oh? He’ll make me look . . . better?...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 9, 1989 | Essay
“Hopefully, he’s gonna be one of those people who sees a problem and efficiency -wise recognizes a viable alternative that can impact on the input of the ongoing study, especially at this point in time, when funding on the interdiction front could cost-effectively...
