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Article: . . . from the man you can't see A grand gift to the town . . . ; Attention-shy benefactor boosts Townsend
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- The Boston Globe (Boston, MA)
- Article date:
- November 13, 2009
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TOWNSEND - People here knew the man drove a silver Jaguar. They
knew he lunched four days a week at Cliff's Cafe, invariably
ordering in a barely audible voice: carrot sticks, soup, and a
sandwich. On Fridays, he splurged on turkey subs at Townsend Pizza.
He lived in the wealthier next-door town of Groton and ran the
biggest game in Townsend, a plastic household goods manufacturing
company.
Everyone knew his name. Albert Stone. Mr. Stone, to most. Few
knew the man.
"He minds his own business, eats his lunch, and goes back to
work," said Gail Derboghosian, a waitress at Cliff's.
Then one day Stone wrote a letter to town officials. His company
wanted to give Townsend a gift, by far the ...