Cody Wright

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A little boy visiting his grandmother pointed excitedly one morning. ‘Grandma,’ he said, ‘look at that funny doctor!’ His grandmother followed his gaze and saw Cody Wright bending over something strange in his clinic window. Curious, she approached the window and saw Dr. Wright meticulously examining a small bicycle tire. ‘He’s fixing a flat,’ she explained to her grandson. The boy shrugged and whispered, ‘I thought doctors fixed people.’

2. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cody Wright Clinic with an unusual package. The receptionist eyed it curiously as she signed for it, muttering under her breath: 'What on earth could they be delivering so early?' Inside was just a box of donuts—plain old glazed ones. Turns out, one of the doctors had a sweet tooth and a neighbor brought them over every morning. Everyone laughed when they found out, but no one ever missed breakfast again.

3. A delivery driver pulled up outside Cody’s Clinic early one morning. ‘Doc Cody must be here!’ exclaimed a neighbor, pointing towards the open door. The driver shook his head and smiled: ‘No, ma’am, that’s just where he keeps his secret stash of coffee.’ As the sun rose, Doc Cody emerged from behind the clinic, carrying an armful of empty coffee cups. He winked at the delivery driver and said, 'Thanks for the espresso run, pal!' A neighbor passing by shook her head with a smile, muttering, 'That man sure knows how to keep things interesting.'

4. A delivery driver pulled up outside Cody’s Clinic early one morning. Doc Cody wasn’t around yet, but something unusual caught his eye—a small, dusty jar on the clinic’s front porch. Curious, he picked it up and found an old note inside: 'For emergencies only—use with caution.' The delivery driver shook his head, wondering what kind of emergency could require such a mysterious remedy. Later that day, as he drove past the clinic again, he saw an elderly lady waving frantically from her porch. She was clutching the very same jar, muttering, ‘Emergency indeed!’