This is a photo of the “crew” we shot with yesterday. I could count the number of the crew on one hand and still have two fingers left. The director was Matt Doane (out front), a heckuva young film maker.

He did a great job. How great? We’ll see in a month or so when the spot hits the air. But, honestly, I walked away from the shoot, feeling as good about a production I have ever felt in 30 years.

It was fun! Everyone chipped in to get the job done. It was a real feeling of teamwork.

Even the cast chipped into move lights and furniture.

I’ve been told how much production has changed over the past couple of years. I saw…lived it…and liked it…alot! But I did miss the lady who came around giving foot rubs.

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Joe never liked the “Nothing But Net” spot. Not until it was finished…and won the best Super Bowl ad of the year, that is. What he hated most about the spot was Michael Jordan’s wardrobe. I’ve got to admit it does suck. But, in the contract, MJ had could wear whatever he wanted. So he chose a piece of the Michael Jordan line of sportswear. What a shock! It obviously did not stand the test of time, or taste.

Looking forward to seeing Joe and Tara and Vincent and, hopefully, Austin on Thursday night. Hopefully, we’ll be drinking Nothing But Cristal.

So, I set up the account and asked 345 other Jim Fergusons to follow me, Jim Ferguson.

Why? A better questions is, Why Not?

Only one Jim Ferguson has started following me, Jim Ferguson. Jim Ferguson of Oklahoma City whose daughter Megan (pictured here) is an All-America gymnast at the University of Oklahoma who is also, get this, an advertising major, contacted me via Twitter.  At first, I thought he was a pervert. “What’s your email address?” I ignored him. Then, he said, “This is Jim Ferguson.” I was giddy. I had met another person with my name. It had never happened before. (I have met a lot of Fergusons, but not Jim Ferguson.) We are not related, but I decided to call him Cuz Ferg 1. We had an interesting Twit exchange and when Meagen graduates from OU and does her time as a student assistant, Cuz Ferg 1 said she would get in touch with me about a potential intern job.

Since the correspondence with Cuz Ferg 1. I have heard nothing from the other 344 other Jim Ferguson’s that I have asked to follow me in Twitterville.

For some reason, I thought it would be both entertaining and educational to follow and learn all about other Jim Ferguson’s, their hopes, their hope dreams and their distain for being called, Fergy, Ferg, Ferginand, Fergilicious, etc., all their lives.

But nothing happened.

So I sit by my Text Toy and wait, to hear from Jim Ferguson.

Isn’t Twittering the best???

That’s one of the many things I like about him. He also likes to eat a lot and from time to time have a  cocktail. I, too, like to eat and have a cocktail from time to time.

In a blog today, called Unfair Park, a couple of dipshits took a shot at Mayor Mike because he dressed up like Rowdy the Dallas Cowboys mascot. They said our Mayor was a clown.  Lest you forget, dipshits, its freaking HALLOWEEN. Get over it. Have a laugh.

That’s one of the many problems with our country right now. People are forgetting how to have a good time. How to tell a joke without looking around to see who is listening. God forbid we offend anyone.

To me, this would be a better place if we all had a few more laughs and Mayors like Mike.  I only wish His Honor had dressed like a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.

Now, that’s funny….

But being a writer by trade, I began to miss this, so, I’m back.

Sense last checking in, Steve Harries, Deb Mikeska and I have formed Fire In The Hole, a creative mining and detonation shop. Now entirely know what that means, but I like it. I do know I have always like blowing things up, since the first time I stuck a Black Cat in a soda pop bottle and lobbed it at my brother. At FITH, we want to blow up the old model of doing things and do them differently. Folks are calling it a new paradigm, I think it should be called a new paradise. And it is, paradise for us. We do do things different, from the way we bill to the way things get things out the door.  We can explain in detail if you are at all interested.

So, let’s keep in touch. I promise that the Daily Ferg will become at least Three Time A Week Ferg soon.

Last weekend at Northpark Mall, I saw a head-on texting collision. I watched as two teenage girls, heads down, walked straight into each other. Hilarious. They both went flying. But an amazing thing happened. Despite being knocking to the ground, neither girl lost their grip on their cellphone. Hillarious. They got up and kept going. (I guess head-on texting collisions are a common practice amongst teens these days.) Nothing was said. Funny thing is, they hadn’t walked five steps before they were texting again.

It’s called social media, but ignoring people around you while you type with your thumb is anything but social, in my opinion…

This is my daughter Avery Ferguson. She graduates  from St. Edward’s University in two weeks, and then, it’s off to Chicago to  pursue a career in acting. I think she’s damned talented. But, then again I would, I’m her dad!

Recently, I directed her in a commercial for the Dallas Parks and Recreation Department.  It was a tough gig. She had to run down the Katy Trail and wave. She’s a helluva runner and waver.

It seems like yesterday when she would dress in her “Tinker Bell” outfit and put on a show for mom and dad. Over the years, I have also watched her bring some amazing parts to life. I never know what I am going to see when I go to one of her shows. She has been a man, a zombie, and a lunatic, just to name a few. Once,  she played the part a teenage girl  who wound up pregnant and eventually committed suicide. It was tough to watch. After the show, the lady sitting in front of me turned to another patron and said, “that little girl is either a great actress or had one one screwed up childhood!”  I wanted to say, “both” but kept my mouth shut. Recently, she starred in a St. Ed’s production of “On The Verge” that was as good as anything I had seen on Broadway, well, Off-Broadway.

Like I said, now it’s off to Chicago. Break a leg, Ave!

See the top floor, the penthouse if you will, of the red brick building. That was Ms. Taylors first apartment in NYC, which was purchased for her by Michael Todd.  I lived there too! Not with Ms. Taylor, but about 40 years after she moved out! Yes, I lived in Elizabeth Taylor’s penthouse apartment on Park Avenue for three years!

The doorman, Manny, told me great stories about Ms. Taylor. How she used to blare Christmas carols from the roof garden down Park Avenue. How she could avoid the press by exiting through the laundry room and out the backdoor into the ally.

It was a great apartment. When Ms. Taylor owned it, it took up the entire 19th floor. Somewhere along the way, it was split into two apartments. I lived in the one that overlooked Park Avenue. Once a person from Architectural Digest asked if he could see it. Of course! He had an old photo of Ms. Taylor leaning over the edge of the terrace, dressed a beautiful gown, looking down Park Avenue. My friend Steve Horn wanted to re-create the shot, with me in the exact gown, and put the photo on a Christmas card. We never got around to doing that. That woulda been something!

I didn’t start out in advertising. I was a sports writer for seven years out of Texas Tech. First at a small paper in Vernon Texas before eventually moving to Dallas.

While working at the Dallas Times Herald, I saw a headline about how a local agency, Crume & Associates, had “dominated” the local Addys, or Tops as they call them here. I tracked down a gentleman named Ben Vergati, who was at the time the creative director at Crume. I didn’t have a book to show him. I brought along my newspaper stories as well as a list of “country and western” songs I had written. He musta liked what he read, because a few days later I was meeting with my soon-to-be partner and first mentor, the legendary Rob Lawton. We had lunch at restaurant that was inside a bunch of train cars. During the interview, I managed to insult Rob. He told me a story about his “present wife”. Being hard of hearing, I thought he said, “prison wife” and asked him how many years he was in the pen. At first, he was pissed. Then he laughed that great signature laugh of his and told Ben to “hire him”, meaning me. Before you could say Bill Bernbach, Ben had offered me a job. It paid $11,000 a year, which was a big cut from the money I was making at the paper, but I took it. Even then, that was not much dough, ray, me.

I loved working at Crume. Rob and Ben were great bosses. I also met a man that would be a life-long friend, Wally Williams, the founder of Tequila Mockingbird in Austin. Wally held the title of Copy Supervisor, which I thought a bit odd since I was the only “junior copywriter” in the agency. I showed my work to Wally who showed it to Ben. (I also worked with a young lady named Janet Ruttman, who became Janet Bustin, who became the president of DDB/Dallas years later. There was also Larry Talley and Dennis Strini and Patrick Sandlin, all very, very talented creatives.)

I remember calling my friends at the paper and telling them that I had two weeks to write one headline! We were used to putting out entire sports section in four hours! I also remember one time that I was given an assignment to write a 16-page brochure. I interviewed the client, sat down with my notes and wrote the entire piece of collateral in a little over an hour. I turned it in. A few minutes later Bill Crume, the owner of the shop, came into my office and handed it back. I was afraid was about to be fired. “It’s great,” Bill assured me. “There’s only one problem. We get paid by the hour on projects like this. You need to rewrite this about 60 more times for  to make any money….”

I was at work about ten minutes which was 9:10 a.m. (probably the only time I was ever on time for work) when the assignment for Saf-T-Mark landed on my desk. Rob told me he wanted 100 headlines written by the end of the day. I gave him one headline. He asked me where the other 99 were. Being a arrogant prick, I told him from what I knew about advertising, you can only put one headline on a page…. and this was the one.  He didn’t laugh that signature laugh. He told me he’d be the judge of what goes on an ad. I worked all night and had exactly 99 lines on his desk when he walked in. He’d worked, too. He showed me the layou with the headline “This isn’t just another middle of the road paint” on it.  He knew it was a winner. In three years there, I never did a TV spot, only print and collateral.

Lots of fond memories not only a Crume but also Leo Burnett, DDB/Dallas, Y&R/NY and Jake:Ferguson.  Hard to believe that 30 years ago today it all started when an a work order  for a company that manufactured road paint was put on my desk only ten minutes after I started…