Before our time in La Jolla, we heard how great Burns Drugs used to be. Then we’d ask why, and the answer was always — when you walked into Burns Drugs, you met someone who knew you. They knew about your daughter and her latest bout with bronchitis. They knew about your Aunt Ida and the photos she needed developed of her daughter’s wedding. You got taken care of by your friend. The owner. A fellow La Jollan.
