Yup. Caught the first two episodes OnDemand this past weekend and now I'm hooked. Excellently done show.It sort of reminds me of how I saw my godfather and his work cronies. He wasn't an adman, but the atmosphere was similar. I was born in '58, so I wasn't really sentient yet in '60. However, I have vague memories of around that time and definitely of most of the JFK years. My godfather worked on a team that designed early mainframes for IBM (in fact, he still does consulting work for IBM) and they, too, had that glamorous we're-the-kings-of-the-world male bravado to their approach to work, image, and lifestyle. I remember connecting him to things like cocktails, smoke-filled offices, fabulously dressed and lingerie-ed assistants, and sportscars (godfather had a '63 split window Corvette) before I understood what most of those things were. Nothing like my dad at all, despite the fact that they were great friends.
It really powerfully evokes my early childhood. I'm hooked.
"Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man. I conceive likewise a horrid idea in receiving mercy from a being, who at the last day shall be shrieking to the rocks and mountains to cover him, and fleeing with terror from the orphan, the widow, and the slain of America." Thomas Paine
Ummm, duh. LOL!I did get a little skeeved out, though, when it dawned on me that the inkling of recognition I was getting from him was because he reminded me of Godfather Mike.
I'd still do him, though. 
"Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man. I conceive likewise a horrid idea in receiving mercy from a being, who at the last day shall be shrieking to the rocks and mountains to cover him, and fleeing with terror from the orphan, the widow, and the slain of America." Thomas Paine