Just north of our headquarters building on Madison Ave. are several small shops. A take-out lunch place, and a small Italian men’s clothing shop named Riflessi that sells suits, shirts, ties, mufflers. They are all well known brands made in Italy by a variety of manufacturers.
Daily, each time I pass the shop, the manager, Aldo Truscello, a slim balding man with an attractive Italian accent, waves to me in greeting. Whenever I have a need for anything the shop sells, I am greeted with an exuberant “Hallo Mr. Lester” accompanied by a strong Italian “abraccio.”
On one freezing cold winter afternoon, I passed the shop and Aldo’s wave had become a beckoning invitation to drop in. I entered the shop and he said, “it’s cold outside and you are not even wearing a warm muffler”. He dashed over to one of the many drawers in the shop and took out a brown wool muffler that matched the suit I was wearing. “It’s 100% cashmere,” he said putting it around my neck.
He then spent some quiet minutes studying the rest of the clothing I was wearing and commented favorably on my suit. But, after some time, he remarked that he didn’t think the tie I was wearing did justice to my suit.
He went rummaging through another drawer and after careful examination he came out with a tie and declared: “this one is right.” And so, with no further ado, I was wearing a handsome new Italian silk tie. “Now” he said, “you are well dressed, just like my other favorite customer Regis Philbin.”
I knew who Regis Philbin was because my wife, Sue, and I sometimes watched his television show while we had breakfast. I had always noted how well dressed Mr. Philbin was and now I knew who provided his clothes, the same Aldo Truscello who was now dressing me.
Now that I was properly dressed, Signor Truscello said, “It’s time for an espresso.” So there I was on this freezing cold winter’s day, wearing no coat, just my suit and my new tie and muffler being marched outside to Madison Ave. From there, my arm was taken and at a fast pace I was led to a small Italian coffee shop on Fifth Ave., across from the New York Public Library. We were joined by a third man who had been sitting in M. Reflessi’s shop. He joined us in our espresso adventure and told me that he was Regis Philbin’s best friend and shopping companion.
After our coffee, which we drank standing at the espresso bar, Italian style, we returned to 285 Madison Ave. Aldo Truscello and Regis Philbin’s friend to his shop and me to my office. And with a wave and a “molto grazie” it was done.
Our agency specializes in advertising that creates buyer-seller relationships. But sadly, I recognized the limitations of media, you can’t share a hot espresso, “abraccios,” or the touch of real human contact over the Web or even through the mail.
And so I conclude, with some regret, that we are right when we express our company’s mantra that all relationships are local. If they are not yet so, technology, time, our vision and human warmth will make them so.