Whitall Street Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Whitall Street Clinic and asked the receptionist, ‘Do you know why they call it “Clinic”?’ He pointed to an old sign hanging outside that read simply, ‘Whitall’s Place.’ The receptionist smiled and replied, 'Well, Mr. Delivery Driver, it's because Dr. Whitall used to say, "This place is more like my little clinic than anything else!"' The delivery guy nodded thoughtfully before saying, 'I get it now!' And as he walked away, he muttered under his breath, 'Next time I'll bring him some donuts.'

2. A curious nurse noticed an old envelope taped to the door of Whitall Street Clinic one afternoon. Curiosity got the better of her, so she opened it—and found nothing but a single piece of lint inside. She showed it to no one and went back to work, but from then on, whenever anyone mentioned ‘lint,’ everyone in the clinic would giggle. Even years later, when an elderly neighbor dropped off some homemade cookies, someone whispered, ‘Did you see if there’s any lint in here?’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Whitall Street Clinic. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the open window. As he approached the door, a friendly voice called out: ‘Hey, delivery guy! Coffee’s on the house tonight!’ A regular had been working late and left an extra cup for him. With a smile, our hero accepted the warm drink, took a sip, and thought to himself, ‘This city sure knows how to make you feel at home.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Whitall Street Clinic. The air outside felt heavy with secrets as he approached the entrance. As he stepped inside, the receptionist yawned and said, ‘Another late-night visitor? We’re closed.’ With a shrug, the delivery driver replied, ‘Just delivering some papers,’ and left with a smile. Turns out, Whitall Street Clinic was open only during daylight hours—except for when it wasn’t!’