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ated Saturday…morning TV； plus such weekly syndicated programs as Star Blazers； U。S。 of Archie； Hogan's Heroes； and Gilligan's Island。 Sharp Cereals surged even more powerfully than the rest of the Sharp line； and the Cereal Professor became an American institution。 His tag line； 'Nope； nothing wrong here；' became one of those national catch phrases； meaning roughly the same thing as 'Stay cool' and 'No sweat'。
When Vic and Roger decided to go their own way； they had observed strict protocol and had not gone to any of their previous clients until their connections with the Ellison Agency were formally … and amicably … severed。 Their first six months in Portland had been a scary； pressure…cooker time for all of them。 Vic and Donna's boy； Tad； was only a year old。 Donna； who missed New York badly； was by turns sullen； petulant； and just plain scared。 Roger had an old ulcer … a battle scar from his years in the Big Apple advertising wars …and when he and Althea lost the baby the ulcer had flared up again； turning him into a closet Gelusil chugger。 Althea bounced back as well as possible under the circumstances； Vic thought； it was Donna who pointed out to him that placid Althea's single weak drink before dinner had turned into two before and three after。 The two couples had vacationed in Maine； separately and together； but neither Vic nor Roger had realized how many doors are initially closed to folks who have moved in； as Mainers say； from 'outta state'。
They would indeed have gone under； as Roger pointed out； if Sharp hadn't decided to stay with them。 And at the pany's Cleveland headquarters； positions had done an ironic flip…flop。 Now it was the old man who wanted to stick with Vic and Roger and it was the kid （by this time forty years old） who wanted to jettison them； arguing with some logic that it would be madness to hand their account over to a two…bit ad agency six hundred miles north of the New York pulsebeat。 The fact that Ad Worx was affiliated with a New York market…analysis firm cut zero ice with the kid； as it had cut zero ice with the other firms for which they had put together campaigns in the past few years。
'If loyalty was toilet paper；' Roger had said bitterly； 'we'd be hard…pressed to wipe our asses； old buddy。'
But Sharp had e along； providing the margin they had so desperately needed。 'We made do with an ad agency here in town for forty years；' old man Sharp said； 'and if those two boys want to move out of that Christless city； they're just showing good old mon sense。'
That was that。 The old man had spoken。 The kid shut up。 And for the last two and a half years； the Cookie Sharpshooter had gone on shooting； George and Gracie had gone on eating Sharp Cakes in their cold…water flat； and the Sharp Cereal Professor had gone on telling kids that there was nothing wrong here。 Actual spot production was handled by a small independent studior。 in Boston； the New York market…analysis firm went on doing its thing petently； and three or four times a year either Vic or Roger flew to Cleveland to confer with Carroll Sharp and his kid … said kid now going decidedly gray around the temples。 All the rest of the client…agency intercourse was handled by the U。S。 Post Office and Ma Bell。 The process was perhaps strange； certainly cumbersome； but it seemed to work fine。
Then along came Red Razberry Zingers。
Vic and Roger had known about Zingers for some time； of course； although it had only gone on the general market some two months ago； in April of 1980。 Most of the Sharp cereals were lightly sweetened or not sweetened at all。 All…Grain Blend； Sharp's entry in the 'natural' cereal arena； had been quite successful。 Red Razberry Zingers； however； was aimed at a segment of the market with a sweeter tooth： at those prepared…cereal caters who bought such cereals as Count Chocula； Frankenberry； Lucky Charms； and similar pre…sweetened breakfast foods which were somewhere in the twilight zone between cereal and candy。
In the late summer and early fall of 1979； Zingers had been successfully test…marketed in Boise； Idaho； Scranton； Pennsylvania； and in Roger's adopted Maine hometown of Bridgton。 Roger had told Vic with a shudder that he wouldn't let the twins near it with a ten…foot pole （although he had been pleased when Althea told him the kids had clamored for it when they saw it shelved at Gigeure's Market）。 'It's got more sugar than whole grain in it； and it looks like the side of a firebarn。'
Vic had nodded and replied innocently enough； with no sense of prophecy； 'The first time I looked in one of those boxes； I thought it was full of blood。'
'So what do you think？' Roger repeated。 He had made it halfway through his sandwich as Vic reviewed the dismal train of events in his mind。 He was being more and more sure that in Cleveland old man Sharp and his aging kid were looking again to shoot the messenger for the message。
'Guess we better try。'
Roger clapped him on the shoulder。 'My man；' he said。 'Now eat up。'
But Vic wasn't hungry。
The two of them had been invited to Cleveland to attend an 'emergency meeting' that was to be held three weeks after the Fourth of July … a good many of the Sharp regional sales managers and executives were vacationing； and it would take at least that long to get them all together。 One of the items on the agenda had to do directly with Ad Worx： 'an assessment of the association to this point；' the letter had said。 Which meant； Vic assumed； that the kid was using the Zingers debacle to dump them at last。
About three weeks after Red Razberry Zingers went
national； enthusiastically … if gravely … pitched by the Sharp Cereal Professor （'Nope； nothing wrong here'）； the first mother had taken her little one to the hospital； nearly hysterical and sure the child was bleeding internally。 The little girl； victim of nothing more serious than a low…grade virus； had thrown up what her mother had first believed to be a huge amount of blood。
Nope； nothing wrong here。
That had been in Iowa City； Iowa。 The following day there had been seven more cases。 The day after； twenty…four。 In all cases the parents of children afflicted with vomiting or diarrhea； had rushed the kids to the hospital； believing them to be suffering internal bleeding。 After that； the cases had skyrocketed … first into the hundreds； then into the thousands。 In none of these cases had the vomiting and/or diarrhea been caused by the cereal； but that was generally overlooked in the growing furor。
Nope； not a single thing wrong here。
The cases had spread west to east。 The problem was the food dye that gave Zingers its zingy red color。 The dye itself was harmless； but that was also mostly overlooked。 Something had gone wrong； and instead of assimilating the red dye； the human body simply passed it along。 The goofed…up dye had only gotten into one batch of cereal； but it had been a whopper of a batch。 A doctor told Vic that if a child who had just died after ingesting a big bowl of Red Razberry Zingers were the subject of an autopsy； the postmortem would reveal a digestive tract as red as a stop sign。 The effect was strictly temporary； but that had been overlooked too。
Roger wanted them to go down with all guns firing； if they were to go down。 He had proposed marathon conferences with the Image…Eye people in Boston； who actually did the spots。 He wanted to talk with the Sharp Cereal Professor himself； who had gotten so involved with his role that he was mentally and emotionally torn up over what had happened。 Then on to New York； to talk to the marketing people。 Most important； it would be almost two weeks at Boston's Ritz…Carlton and at New York's UN Plaza； two
weeks Vic and Roger would spend mostly in each other's hip pockets； digesting the input and brainstorming as they had in the old days。 What Roger hoped would e out of it was a rebound campaign that would blow the socks off both old man Sharp and the kid。 Instead of going to Cleveland with their necks shaved for the drop of the guillotine blade； they would show up with battle plans drawn to reverse the effects of the Zingers snafu。 That was the theory。 In practice； they both realized that their chances were about as good as they were for a pitcher who deliberately sets out to throw a no…hitter。
Vic had other problems。 For the last eight months or so； he had sensed that he and his wife were drifting slowly apart。 He still loved her； and he damn near idolized Tad； but things had gone from a little uneasy to bad； and he sensed that there were worse things … and worse times … waiting。 just over the horizon； maybe。 This trip； a grand tour from Boston to New York to Cleveland； ing at what should have been their at…home season； their doing…things…together season； was maybe not such a hot idea。 When he looked at her face lately he saw a stranger lurking just below its planes and angles and curves。
And the question。 It played over and over in his mind on nights when he wasn't able to sleep； and such nights had bee more mon lately。 Had she taken a lover？ They sure didn't sleep together much any more。 Had she done it？ He hoped it wasn't so； but what did he think？ Really？ Tell the truth； Mr。 Trenton； or you'll be forced to pay the consequences。
He wasn't sure。 He didn't want to be sure。 He was afrai