It gave one a sense of security to know that you could wake up at the Garden about 10 a.m., phone Schwab’s and be certain that a bottle of Jack Daniels would arrive at your villa by the time you hung up.
– A former Garden of Allah resident recalling the convenience of getting deliveries from Schwab’s Drug Store, which was stood across Crescent Heights Blvd. from the hotel.
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