After 103 years serving the Colorado School of Mines and Golden communities, Foss Drug closed its doors for the last time on Friday, August 24. Linked to Mines like no other Golden establishment, Foss Drug conjures memories for almost every Miner. Through an email sent out in July, Mines magazine invited alumni to share some personal memories of Foss. If you would like to add your memories to those below, send them to magazine.mines.edu for us to add.

I learned to drink coffee at Foss Drug. I found it a nice supplement to No-Doze for 'all-nighters' and a boost for 'mornings/mournings-after'.
-Art Petersen '64

Foss Drug was our Sunday morning breakfast meeting ground. We partied Friday and Saturday and had to face up to the obligation of hard study on Sunday. We would gather for breakfast about 10:00 am and, after an hour or so, go hit the books. Heinie was a great supporter of Mines from Burrons on up and catered to us students whether it was clothes, supplies or booze. What a passing in history that the store will finally close! Just like the passing of the Nugget!!!
-Jim Classen '57

My wife, Elva Jean McNeely, worked for Foss Drug 1948-1949 as a waitress. If it had not been for her employment there as an untrained but desperate wife of a hard-up Miner with two young children, we might have had to drop out of school.
-Wayne McNeely '51

We used to buy a keg of Coors every Wednesday in the alley and drag it up the hill on a dolly to 807 14th Street for poker night!
-Dave Wilson '84

Back in 1942, my dog Rex, a collie mix, lived with me at the Beta Barn and would follow me or other Betas to class. The Sig Alphs had a big St. Bernard who would follow them around. Rex was fast and agile. The St. Bernard was not. Rex figured out that he could harass the St. Bernard, but the St. Bernard could not retaliate. One day when we were coming out of Foss Drug we met a couple of Sig Alphs and the St. Bernard, who promptly took after Rex. Rex retreated into the store with the big bruiser right on his tail. Rex did a quick 180 around a counter and out the door. The St. Bernard did not make the corner and slid into another counter upsetting it and spreading merchandise far and wide. From then on, and perhaps forever after, there was a sign on the front door: "NO DOGS ALLOWED."
-Jim (Woody) Woodruff '48

From 1987-1991 my grandfather and I would meet at Foss almost every Sunday morning for breakfast. They had the best chicken fried steak ever!
-James Ruble '91

A coffee table in the Ram was reserved in the morning by Mr. Foss for a group of locals, including the Fleming and Co. laywers, Tom Plummer, a professor, my classmage Dave Coolbaugh, and others. I crowded my way in to join the group. When the Ram closed, the group moved to the 13th St. Bakery, where some members still meet. Mr. Foss rarely shows up, but when he does, he always has a friendly greeting.
-Roland B. Fischer '42