Clive Cussler and Dirk Pitt Revealed By Clive Cussler with Craig ...

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They're incredibly cooperative and uncomplaining.
They live normal lives and never have a bad word to say about anybody.
While I was producing the television commercials, I was creating a radio campaign for a company
called Deep Rock Water. I dreamed up an old guy who lived in Deep Rock's well by the name of Drink
worthy, who spoke with a Maine Down easterner accent through the versatile voice of Johnny Harding, a
Denver radio personality. Deep Rock was still running those ads twenty-five years later.
Very quickly, the awards began to roll in for both accounts. Several Cleos and International Broadcast
Awards all came to the agency, along with first places at both the Venice and Chicago film festivals.
Hull/Mefford was on a roll. They merged with another agency run by two ladies, Mary Wolfe and Jan
Weir, added staff throughout the office and began welcoming new clients who walked through the door
now that we had gained a creative reputation.
I was raised to seventeen thousand dollars a year, made vice president of the creative department and
given a company car, which was all very well and good but left me little time to write books. My little
creative gang, the art directors George Yaeger and Errol Beauchamp, along with Ashley O'Neal, our
Southern accountant, always had lunch across 17th Street in downtown Denver at an old hangout called
Shanners. A terrific waitress named Brenda never failed to have our private booth reserved. I always
ordered a tuna sandwich, heavy on the mayo, with an extra pickle and a Bombay gin martini. I really
lived high. The only downside was I had no time for Dirk Pitt.
Then my ad world came crashing down.
I was offered a promotion to executive vice president but turned it down because I preferred to
remain in the creative end. So the agency heads hired an account supervisor from a New York agency. I
doubt whether he could explain it, I know I can't, but when we shook hands as we were introduced, it
was instant dislike. To this day, I can't put my finger on it.
He was a corporate infighter, and I wasn't. It took him only three months to get the ear of the bosses. I