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"Hi. Remember me? Nick Boothman. We had
dinner in London."
"Yes. I think so." He sounded frosty. "This is not a
good time. Call me back in a couple of weeks. Goodbye."
Ouch. When I met Cousin Bernard in London, he
offered to introduce me to Eaton's whole advertising
department. He boasted that they turn out more than
forty pages of newspaper and magazine advertising every
day—all photos. I was counting on Cousin Bernard.
Two days later, while exploring downtown and
making cold calls to advertising agencies, something
didn't feel right. The weight of uncertainty settled in the
pit of my stomach, and a voice in my head said, “Call him
again.” So, from a payphone outside Toronto City Hall,
I called Cousin Bernard again.
"Hells bells and hallelujah!!! Where are you? I
thought you were some idiot pant rep I met in London.
Where are you? Right now?"
"I'm near City Hall in front of the Sheraton."
"Don't move. Stay right where you are. Not an inch!"
Five minutes later, Cousin Bernard came sprinting
down Queen Street and wrapped his arms around me.
"The second I put the phone down I realized what I'd
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