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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.
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