These are shots of Richardson's at the corner of Church and Main Streets.
When I was growing up, we went here to drop off our film (which was mailed to places unknown for developing), fill prescriptions, sip Pink Ladies at the counter and /or browse for novelties at Rosie's Gift Shop next door.
Now it's a restaurant.
I have evidence
old enough to be in the Mathews Museum if such a place existed that we once filled our prescriptions here. The bottle above dates to 1492 1982, just after I graduated high school. Evidently a torturous trip to the dentist required pain pills. Don't ask me why I still have this. I suppose the short answer has to do with wanting to be a museum curator nostalgia.
Today Richardson's is a quaint place to grab a bite to eat and reminisce about simpler times that may or may not have included a painful trip to the dentist.