Ah, Prime was one that I was trying to bring to mind. They were in Maynard, weren't they?
I don't have specific recollections of people working for those companies, but I fell in with a seriously nerdy crowd in the mid-1980s for which MIT and the route 128 tech corridor were loci on some level. -- "Strive to change the world in such a way that there's no further need to be a dissident." Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Pr1me was scattered about in the MetroWest area, primarily (pun intended) in Framingham. They bought the Black Label brewery on Rt 9 at Speen Street in Framingham and re-purposed it into office space. There was a wonderful long atrium in the bottling plant. DEC was HQ'ed in Maynard. DG was in Westboro Wang was in Lowell. Apollo was somewhere on Rt 2? I worked at 2 of these companies. Interviewed at 4 out of 5 -- CMKRNL
I've lived on a dead end with two other houses. We USED to have a mini "block party" But no more. We hardly talk to each other. (One neighbor moved, replaced with a guy who is anti social, and it spread.)
The Fuller Brush Man came to the door.........There's still a few of them out there.
Our city requires all door-to-door salespersons to register at town hall and pay a license fee. Doesn't always happen. I suppose it was done so the police would know how to deal with the phone calls. "There's a strange person going around knocking on all the doors."
My neighbor across the street will escape soon to North Carolina until May. She puts a sign on the door "Nothing inside worth taking. Besides, one of the neighbors never sleeps and he plays cards with the police chief."
She thinks I never sleep because my kitchen light is always on. And I have no idea where she came up with the police chief thing.
Mr. Jordan was our Fuller Brush Man. Came to the Service Entrance. Called MOM Mrs. Capecoddah. Called me Master Capecoddah. Wore a tie.
Mr. Bell was our Hood milkman. 2 deliveries a week. 2.5 gallon milk container for 2 teenagers, a child (me) and a revolving door of Foreign Exchange Students. Service Entrance (garage). (MOM's POP had a dairy company in Rural, Indiana from the 1920's to 1950's. Back in the bottled milk days.)
Not quite an old fashioned neighborhood, we all know each other and are BBQ-Friendly. We trade tomatoes. We used to have a Winter Sunday Brunch. It was a nice thing that got too big. We ended it when a snow plow took out a couple cars. A few of us get together for omelets and muffins and Bloody Marys on occasion.