Back in the 1920s and ‘30s, the doctors had that good bedside manner about them. We never knew what an emergency room was. When the need was there, the doctor came to your home, and he didn’t charge you an arm and a leg, either.
I guess I am a living example of this. You see, I was born in Peachland, N.C. You might call it a one-horse town back in the day. My dad had a farm with several horses, some cows, a few chickens and a lumber mill business.