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Jack Hull, an intense <strong>and</strong> congenial man, went through the paces. He bought my pathetic story of<br />

escaping those know-it-all hotshots on the West Coast to move to a friendly climate. He offered ten<br />

thous<strong>and</strong> dollars a year to start, but I jacked him up to twelve. Fortunately, when he called my prior<br />

agencies in Los Angeles to verify my employment, all he asked the personnel managers was, "Did a <strong>Clive</strong><br />

<strong>Cussler</strong> work there?"<br />

They said yes, <strong>and</strong> he was satisfied I was genuine.<br />

I reported for work the next day <strong>and</strong> was given an old desk badly in need of varnish next to the<br />

restrooms, <strong>with</strong> an old Royal typewriter <strong>and</strong> no phone.<br />

My creative talents were not exactly taxed. My assignment was to write ads for a real estate client,<br />

cartoon captions for a trucking company series <strong>and</strong> ads congratulating insurance agents for selling their<br />

quotas in premiums. None suspected I was once a big executive who wrote <strong>and</strong> produced national<br />

advertising, <strong>and</strong> I never said a word.<br />

Everyone in the office thought I was a real hustler because I was typing from dawn to dusk as if my life<br />

depended on it. What they didn't know was that I usually knocked out my workload by ten o'clock <strong>and</strong><br />

spent the rest of the day writing my next book.<br />

I was driving between Estes Park <strong>and</strong> Denver, a run of sixty-five miles.<br />

The locals thought I was short on gray matter, but after the freeway driving of Los Angeles, I rather<br />

enjoyed the scenic trip between city <strong>and</strong> mountains. The drive soon became old, however, <strong>and</strong> I moved<br />

the family to the suburban community of Arvada just outside Denver, where I bought a tract home on a<br />

municipal golf course. Again becoming a slave to the yard, I laid in railroad ties for steps, built a wooden<br />

sun deck <strong>with</strong> stairs <strong>and</strong> another fence <strong>and</strong> redwood planters.<br />

Then the day came when the president of our largest million-dollar account, a savings <strong>and</strong> loan<br />

company, notified the head of the agency that if his advertising did not become more creative, he was<br />

going to look at other agencies. P<strong>and</strong>emonium reigned. I was ignored until someone in desperation said,<br />

"What about that guy over by the bathrooms?

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