SPAGS

[Uncle Matt]

I loved the way you could find the duct tape next to the milk as well as on the ramp and in the paint dept. and in the......
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Quick story here about Anthony Borgatti (past owner of Spag) - He opened the a mini store in 1934 and sold firecrackers. He was called Spag because he loved Spagetti. He always wore a cowboy hat and they became the signature of his store. He wore overalls and drove around town in a faux wood sided American made station wagon. But his wife was a pilot and he bought her her own lear jet. He bought the town of Shrewsbury their first bookmobile and was an avid supporter of the town's library. At one time, Spag had a fleet of his own trucks that would come out and plow the town's roads. And whenever a town resident passes away, Spag would send catered food to their residence around the time of the funeral. He was also an avid supporter of boys and girls sports in town.
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Many, many years ago, Spag went to a Cadillac dealer on Shrewsbury Street in Worcester to buy his executives some company vehicles. He drove up in an old wagon wearing his cowboy hat and overalls. He told the salesman he was interested in buying something like 3 new caddy's. The salesman took one look at him, treated him like ____ and blew him off. The salesman literally told him to leave the store, which Spag abruptly did. The salesman told the dealers manager who immediatley became outraged at him. The manager was expecting Spag to come by and didn't realize what had happend. Needless to say, Spag bought his vehicles someplace else and I imagine the salesman lost his job. This is a true story and I'm sure the facts have bveen imbellished a little bit over the years.

[Flaptail]

Spag would come down to the store everynight with his two German Sheperds in tow for closing. Since it was cash only three Brinks trucks would show up and the police came as well and they would carry out these big box/trunk things with what looked like wheel barrow handles on the four corners that were filled with cash, load them in the trucks and off they went.

On weekends after hours and Sundays when stores used to be closed we would go in for extra dough and spread Benjamin Moore urethane on the ailse floors and paint the white lines over to keep dust down.

Best adventures were going to the various wharehouses, cellars etc he had stock in and then lunches at the Hibernian club over on the shore of Lake Quinsigamond for Drambuie shots and pitchers of beer, those were some lunches I'll tell you, then back to Door 11 to recieve stock and load big stuff onto peoples cars.

He built the Fire Sation for the town as well right in back of his store. He was no dummey and a very generous man, it was a priviledge to work for him.

[Raven]

so thats when your mind went

inhaling all those poly urethane fumes

now it all makes perfect sense....

[Swimmer]

Hey Flap, how old were you when you were partaking in those Drambuie lunches? That had to be awhile ago, and your not that old.

[Swimmer]

Originally Posted by Swimmer

Hey Flap, how old were you when you were partaking in those Drambuie lunches? That had to be awhile ago, and your not that old.

Didn't they have a Spags in Framingham on route 9 somewhere?

[Flaptail]

Originally Posted by Swimmer

Hey Flap, how old were you when you were partaking in those Drambuie lunches? That had to be awhile ago, and your not that old.

I was 16 going on 17 that winter and being 6-5 at the time never got asked about my age, I will be 52 this October. I graduated High School in 1973 at the tender age of 17. Went from a 12 year Catholic School education complete with uniforms (boys had to wear a blazer, shirt and tie) to a Public college.

I had to do first semester of freshman year over, the smoke didn't clear well that fall at all.