The Avalon Drug Store

On a Saturday morning in January, 1971, three days before the inauguration of Governor Preston Smith and Lieutenant Governor Ben Barnes, the then-Assistant US Attorney Theo Pinson strolled into Houston’s Avalon Drug Store after a toot on the town, a bit disheveled but still resplendent in his midnight blue tuxedo, to keep a fateful meeting with lawyer Morton Susman.

The two men selected a table in the Avalon’s dining area, ordered coffees, and began discussing the final legal maneuverings involving Susman’s client, one Frank Sharp.

The following Monday afternoon the Securities Exchange Commission ( SEC) filed its suit against Sharp, charging him with a wheelbarrow full of grievous and greedy crimes against the state, and, within a week, politicians and workers at the state capitol were running about as if they had been sprayed with methedrine.

The ramifications are still being felt. The ruling troika of Smith, Barnes, and Mutscher was sent packing; Dolph Briscoe was elected and is running again, this time for four years; and the trials continue in Dallas.

Mon Dieu! Thus the tossing of the coin before the kickoff of Texas’ own Watergate caper took place in an hour, amidst kids and moms, hippies and hung-over swells, mechanics and maids, all in a day’s activities at the Avalon.

The Avalon is not your ordinary drugstore. In this Age of Unfeel and standardization, the chain drugstore is taking over, like the chain motel. It is a standardized product, offering the customer a guarantee of what he will find wherever he goes. But it is an anonymous place, decorated in minor-league chic, run by faceless, nameless employees who offer you efficiency, nothing more.

There are these feelings about the new drugstores you cannot escape: that the place was built the night before, that the pharmacists should be wearing conical hats like Nostradamus with the embroidered planets and zodiac signs, that if you were blindfolded, nine times out of ten you could not name the drugstore you were in.

Most important, there is nothing about the newer drugstores that suggests their counterparts still existing in small towns throughout Texas. There is no feeling that the store is the owner’s personal fief. You will be taken care of, but you will leave feeling uncared for.

Dr. Denton Cooley and wife feel cared for; they have been Avalon regulars for fifteen years. So do two newer customers, John and Nellie Connally. So do A. J. Foyt, Al Shepard, Fred and Mac Hofheinz, Judge Kenneth Judice, John and Katsy Mecom, Lloyd and B. A. Bentsen, Red Adair, Bud Adams, and a small army of loyalists who would gladly face the Götterdämmerung twice daily rather than move more than walking distance from the Avalon.

Permanence explains part of Avalon’s magic. Built in 1937 at its present location at the corner of Kirby and Westheimer, the Avalon opened its doors under the careful guidance of Mr. Heldt Griner, who continued to run the show with a strong hand gloved in mail until he retired to his farm near Mt. Vernon in 1972. Griner needed $3000 to break even that first month and made it by sixteen dollars. Suffice it to say that the store takes in more than $3016 a month today to meet the payroll of 45 full and part-time employees, pay the bills, and show a handsome profit.

As loyal as the customers are the employees. Francis Reece, bookkeeper, 23 years; Pearl Crouse, bookkeeper, 26 years; Robert Anderson, stock manager, 28 years; Betty Draper, cosmetician, 23 years; Freddie Benjamin at the fountain, more than 20 years; James Cargill, fountain manager, 17 years; co-owner Jim Herring, 18 years; Ida Matthews, waitress, more than 16 years.

Ida Matthews is an extraordinary person,” pharmacist and co-owner Bill Morris explains: “Ida knows whose kids are in trouble. She talks and visits with many of the customers about their problems as if she was a psychiatrist which, of course, she is. She knows the special diets and special ways our regulars prefer their lunch; she never misses a day and never complains.

Ida’s good friend, Mrs. Denton Cooley, saw to it that her husband operated on Ida’s husband and kids who suffer from congenital heart trouble,” said Morris as he continued talking about his prize employee.

From 6:30 a.m. until 8 p.m. seven days a week, all year long except Christmas, the Avalon does business. Almost every morning at 6:45, Mr. Morgan Davis, retired chairman of the board of Exxon, and his wife arrive for breakfast. Close behind are scores of smartly dressed young men who grab a bite before hurrying down Westheimer to continue their own

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