Maison Blanche (that’s French for White House for those of you in Rio Linda). Damn. That brings back memories, too. Don’t recall the purple front drug store, though. I’m 73. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
I remember it as my brother and I would ride our bikes past it when we were headed to the Napoleon theater for Saturday movies. Nothing like going down memory lane (I'm not much younger than you).