The Ex-Capital Birthday Weekend, Part 5 of 10: Hooked on Butt Drugs

Butt Drugs' storefront. Yes, their actual name.

Corydon’s own Butt Drugs is easy to get to, if you do as we did and park in the rear.

Every Indiana town above a certain size has large corporations trying to muscle in on their homegrown businesses and industries. Corydon has CVS, Walgreens, and Walmart servicing anyone’s prescription needs, same as we do here in the big city. Their residents have one convenient pill-vending option we don’t: anytime they want, they can go hit Butt Drugs.

Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:

In addition to our annual road trips, my wife Anne and I have a twice-yearly tradition of spending our respective birthdays together traveling to some new place or attraction as a short-term road trip — partly as an excuse to spend time together on those most wondrous days, partly to explore areas we’ve never experienced before. We’re the Goldens. It’s who we are and what we do.

In October 2022 Anne turned 52. Indiana offers no shortage of tourist attractions for history aficionados like her. We’ve visited quite a few of those over the years, but this year we felt it was time to check off one of the Hoosier State’s biggest trivia answers: Corydon, our original state capital before Indianapolis…

South Dakota’s Wall Drug may be the most famous store in America to combine medicine and exuberant self-promotion, but Indiana has its own contender. Butt Drugs was opened in 1952 by William “Blackie” Butt, R.Ph., and remains family-owned to this day. His son Thomas followed his career path in 1971 and kept the place going after his passing. Today it’s in the hands of his daughter Katie and still going strong thanks to their trademark 35-cent cups of coffee, ample prescription clientele to keep up with those encroaching pharmacy chains elsewhere in town, and an extensive line of Butt Drugs products that lean into the family’s memorable and very real last name.

The Butts have proudly been leaning into the plenitude of potential pulchritudinous puns since long before such humor became Beavis and Butt-Head’s bread and butter. Townspeople and tourists alike cheerfully can’t resist grabbing themselves some Butt Drugs merchandise and sporting it everywhere they go. All that distinctive advertising certainly doesn’t hurt, though some dour dissenters may hate all those unsightly Butt plugs.

A Halloween skeleton sitting at a table outside Butt Drugs.

A Halloween skeleton greeted us on this October morning. Call him…Benjamin Button? Asa Butterfield? Pat Buttram? The notorious Seymour Butts?

Butt Drugs products, merchandise and normal drinks.

Butt Drugs souvenirs sidle up next to non-Butt products you’d find at any given drugstore.

Ordinary-looking pharmacy.

Seriously, though, there’s a real, working pharmacy on the premises. Note the Easter-egg ad for their line of specialty alcohols.

Assorted Corydon relics in a glass cabinet.

A large cabinet holds assorted relics relevant to Butt Drugs and/or Corydon in general.

Thomas Butt's Apprentice Pharmacist certificate and his personalized mortar and pestle.

Unique artifacts include Thomas Butt’s 1967 Apprentice Pharmacist certificate. In front of that, a personalized mortar and pestle came in handy for Butt’s grinding.

Butt Drugs soda counter.

Like many drugstores of yore, they have their own ice cream and soda fountain.

Their list of the day's ice cream flavors, such as "Blue Moon".

I scream, you scream, we all scream for Butt creams.

A coin-operated riding horse, jukebox, and scales.

Several old-fashioned coin-op amusements from yesteryear. Their collection of Butt Toys, so to speak.

A basket full of Butt Drugs' own CBD lip balm sticks.

Their meds and accessories aren’t merely Spencer’s Gifts novelties, but practical and functional. Their CBD Butt Balm is useful when your lips are chapped from repeated exposure to rough surfaces.

Butt Drugs is mentioned in so many Corydon tourism guides, and recommended by so many other tourists (including my own coworkers) that we couldn’t resist coming in and browsing for a bit before the museums and other businesses opened later in the day. I couldn’t resist picking up a memento for myself, a sample of their own trail mix recipe. The small paper bag contained a melange of cashews, pecans, almonds, and pumpkin seeds dressed with rosemary, oregano, sea salt and coconut oil.

Trail mix sold in a bag with the giant boldface label "NUT SACK".

What can I say? I had the munchies, so I grabbed one.

Your move, Walgreens.

To be continued! Other chapters in this very special miniseries:

Part 1: Unrelated Pastry Prologue
Part 2: Welcome to Corydon
Part 3: Halloween and the Hallowed Tree
Part 4: A Capital Pack of Markers
Part 6: Cozy Corydon Cuisine
Part 7: William Henry Harrison Slept Here
Part 8: The Battle Cabin in the Woods
Part 9: Indiana Caverns on $0.00 a Day
Part 10: An Epilogue of Film, Fowl, and Facades

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