Unless you’re balls deep in the world of advertising, you’ve likely never heard of the adman Tom McElligott.
He was a Midwestern boy. He was the son of a preacher man. It’s difficult not to read that in the voice of Dusty Springfield. He was tack-sharp, despicably shy and as nervous as those bug-eyed whippets that shake uncontrollably if you raise your voice above a whisper.