I would ask for a list of doctors who are taking new STOMP in paradise shirt, hoodie, sweater and tank top. Since our patient rosters fill up within minutes, anyone who still has new patient openings cannot have been at their current practice for very long. Most of us have waitlists now. When I was 3 until I was 8, one of my mother’s best friends was named Mary Head. Her husband was Richard but everyone called them Mary and Dick Head. The term dickhead was not a slur in the late 40s and early 50s. They would have been in their twenties in the 1950s, so I don’t know when the term came into play, but I’ll bet he began going by Richard or Rich once it did. So whenever the Colonel would drop in and ask to see my father’s partner, the receptionist would say very loudly: “I am not sure if Mr. W is in right now, let me just ring his line and see.” At this pre-arranged signal he would then climb out of his window and stand on the ledge outside off the side.
The receptionists would then say that there was no answer and he should just pop his head around the office door to check. This the Colonel would then do, and being satisfied that his lawyer really was out, would then leave. When I was first starting out as an adult, I lived in a 1957 8×42 mobile home that was really showing its age. My wife loved me enough to live in that sweltering tin can with me, which amazes me to this day. Our neighbors were an elderly couple who were two of the nicest people you’d ever want to meet. After he passed away I sort of watched over her by getting her mail and such. One day, her daughter came over and said that her mom was going to move in with her and told me in no uncertain terms that I was going to buy her newer and much nicer mobile home. A two-page contract was drawn up and I made payments interest-free. I still miss that whole family.