April 7, 2012
By Mickey Friedman
God works in mysterious ways. How else explain the near-magical events that once again put me and Abigail Starkfield-Crump in the same place at the same time?
Turns out some folks in Lennoxx weren’t happy with my columns about their new PR campaign. It’s ironic because I count myself a big fan of Abigail Starkfield-Crump’s work, especially her major market campaign for kale: “Kale – The Green Green.”
So now my normal sources in Lennoxx aren’t willing to talk to me about Smidley, Crump & Crump’s innovative campaign: “Lennoxx: We’re More Than We Were; We’re More Than You Expect; And We’re More Than You Imagine.”
Merchants I used to count as my friends won’t talk to me. Arnie O’Herlihy and I go back years. Arnie and I spent hours together at “Ye Olde Lenox Tavern.” Truth is, he and I were both in love with Melody Harkness, french horn player by day, bartendress by night. And when Arnie opened “Crate and Bait,” even though I had no need for crates and hated to fish, I stopped in every afternoon to lend my support.