The Recursive Light
Henry Whitfield sat in his office on the 14th floor of the J. Walter Thompson agency in New York City and watched the fog roll in over the Hudson River. It was November 1954. The post-war boom was in full swing. America was prosperous. America was confident. America was buying things. And Henry was one of the men who sold things. He was an ad executive. He was a wordsmith. He was a man who...
0 Comments 0 Shares 6 Views 0 Reviews