Author Archives: Lisa Anderson
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 … Continue reading
“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.
What struck him the most was that he didn’t find it funny.
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 … Continue reading
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.
Alan slid the pay phone door shut while he waited for Wally to come on the line. “Walter, how are you? Can we still meet this afternoon?” “Hiya Alan. Sure, come on by.” Wally sounded slightly out of breath.
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.
“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, … Continue reading