Fluffy, or How I Got My Dog

As faithful readers will remember,  when I was growing up we lived over the store – actually over my father’s office.  (See PARKCHESTER, CELEBRATE ME HOME,  Oct 16, 2015 and THE CORPSE IN THE OFFICE,  June 2, 2016) Nowadays my dad would be called an internist or a primary care physician, but in those days he was just a GP.  In fact he was the kind of GP who could take out your appendix or deliver your baby, and he actually made house calls carrying  his iconic black medical...

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