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Maybe State Farm Really is a Good Neighbor

Sunday was the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. Having three kids under four in the house, I was unable to watch any coverage until after the kiddos had been put to bed. They’ll learn about evil soon enough, but not from Tom Brokaw. I had recorded several...

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Martin Cracks the Walmart Nut

Once upon a time, in a city far, far away, I worked on the Walmart account. At that time, Walmart had been running their Real People spots for over 20 years, and I was but one creative cog of many to be plugged into the machine over the years. As creatives, our goal...

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Requiem for a Wonderdog

He wasn't even my dog. He was my parents' dog, the first to be solely theirs after the passing of Boomer, the dog we brought home from the animal shelter a month after I turned nine years old in 1981. Boomer had lived a good life by any measure of canine existence for...

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When Ferry Met Bella

I’ve loved Porsche cars since I was 13 years old. Our neighbor at the time was a dentist, and he made the wise decision to trade in some root canal graft (and an '84 Corvette) for a silver 944 Turbo – a model that debuted that year. It was, without a...

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Maybe State Farm Really is a Good Neighbor

Sunday was the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. Having three kids under four in the house, I was unable to watch any coverage until after the kiddos had been put to bed. They’ll learn about evil soon enough, but not from Tom Brokaw. I had recorded several...

read more

Martin Cracks the Walmart Nut

Once upon a time, in a city far, far away, I worked on the Walmart account. At that time, Walmart had been running their Real People spots for over 20 years, and I was but one creative cog of many to be plugged into the machine over the years. As creatives, our goal...

read more

Requiem for a Wonderdog

He wasn't even my dog. He was my parents' dog, the first to be solely theirs after the passing of Boomer, the dog we brought home from the animal shelter a month after I turned nine years old in 1981. Boomer had lived a good life by any measure of canine existence for...

read more

When Ferry Met Bella

I’ve loved Porsche cars since I was 13 years old. Our neighbor at the time was a dentist, and he made the wise decision to trade in some root canal graft (and an '84 Corvette) for a silver 944 Turbo – a model that debuted that year. It was, without a...

read more