First, the fine football coach Bill Walsh has died. He was 75 and the cause was leukemia. Walsh won three Super Bowls with the San Francisco 49ers in the 1980s. It was Walsh who brought along the greatest football player I’ve ever seen, Joe Montana, and molded an offense around his unique talent. The two of them changed the game of football, introducing new levels of flexibility and finesse.
Next, I swear that this is the third time that I have heard about the death of the Italian film director Michelangelo Antonioni. The first time was at least twenty years ago, and I can remember thinking how much I liked the half a handful of his films I’d seen. (I even enjoyed Zabriskie Point, which I saw at Donald Bellinger’s Academy Theatre in New Paltz, although the condition I was in that night, shall we say, broadened my receptivity to the celluloid illusion.) But, I believe that I read that he had died. Then, a few years later, I heard that he had had a stroke. Then, if I’m not mistaken, I again read sometime in the 90s that he had died. I’m wondering if Antonioni wasn’t one of those guys who really wants to read his own obituaries. Anyway, this time appears to be the final time. Antonioni was 94.