As I move on to late middle age I think back to those days of fifty years ago. I did grow up on Beaver Cleaver's street, or close to it. I lived with my family in a large 3 bedroom, 2 bath Victorian home with a white Pickett fence and my neighbors had similar style homes and you knew each other. Chestnut trees grew on my street and in summertime they would shade the street from the sun. That is until they developed a fungus of some sort and were removed. We had the metal milk box on the porch and the milk truck would come with those thirty ounce glass bottles. There was a guy with a truck selling and calling out, ''STRAWBERRIES TODAY! FRESH STRAWBERRIES and PEACHES!! And I remember the Fuller Brush man too. I remember our family doctor, Doctor Harvey. Doc Harvey had been a medic in WW2 and he made house calls. That America has vanished. I miss those long ago days so much.
Today there is a new version of Doctor Harvey, where for a set fee, patients can and do have the doctor coming to the house again. Many Doctors decide to deal directly with the patient as much as possible, cut out the Government’s unnecessary redundancy and mumbo jumbo. Their motto is’ Don’t Hate, Negotiate!
With the ObamaCare Blob fast approaching, some Doctors actively discourage their children from staying in the family business. That means we’ll be getting imported Doctors who may or may not be fluent in our language and cultural norms.