Taking a Risk

The next day at nine Alan was at his desk looking through an agency proof book—pages of color and black and white advertisements that J Dunaway Advertising had produced, including many from his own group. He was astonished at how little marketing to business customers the agency did. Continue reading

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Guys Who Like to Go Fast

“Christ, if I were running the account management of this fucking agency I’d get Dick Fields out of here,” Alan’s head art director, Clay Ogden, said, whipsawing a metal ruler on his drawing board. Continue reading

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40. Dogs

What struck him the most was that he didn’t find it funny. Continue reading

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Thank You, Author Susan Morse

It’s Blog Tag and I am it. I am also over a year past due in my response to Susan Morse, author of The Dog Stays in the Picture and The Habit, two wonderful memoirs that showcase her talent at creative non-fiction. Continue reading

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39. The View from the Train

By Richard N. Anderson

Excerpt from The Lost Chapters by Lisa Anderson, first published in 2013

A tall, tanned young man in his early thirties, carrying soft leather Abercrombie & Fitch weekender with a squash racquet sticking out, walked up to Alan Robinson in the New London station of the Penn Central Railroad.

“Which end is the parlor car tonight, Alan?” Continue reading

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38. Back in Town

Alan flew home overnight from the coast. The surly cab driver who had picked him up at Kennedy Airport made a u-turn to drop him at his building. Continue reading

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36. After Work at the Original Irish Bar

Bill Taylor met Alan at Mullaley’s on First Avenue. Mullaley’s was one of those original Irish bars that managed to keep its anonymity. Continue reading

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35. The Memo

“Mr. Howe is expecting you.” The secretary came from behind her desk and opened the door to the president’s office.

Bob Howe, President of Dunaway Advertising, placed the phone down as they entered. He rose from his oversized leather chair, a larger-than-life portrait of a trim blonde woman—Howe’s wife, Alan recalled—dressed in a sexy riding habit, on the wall behind him. Continue reading

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34. Spy Money

Excerpt from The Lost Chapters by Lisa Anderson, first published in 2013

Buffy finished her gin and tonic. “Love, I’ve got to go. I wish I could do dinner but I just can’t. Stay and finish your drink and I’ll talk to you next week.” Buffy leaned down and kissed Alan on the cheek. Continue reading

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