About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Weisman Americares Free Clinic with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he heard faint whispers coming from inside—voices that seemed too quiet and too familiar for just another patient. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only dim lights and empty rooms. Just as he was about to leave, a voice whispered his name softly. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a regular who had been waiting for hours. ‘Hey,’ said the man, ‘I thought you were supposed to be delivering something here.’ The delivery driver laughed nervously, realizing it was just another late-night mix-up.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Weisman Americares Free Clinic and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for Emergency House Calls Only.’ Curious, he knocked gently. A sleepy voice answered from inside: 'Emergency house calls only, sir!' The delivery driver replied, 'But I'm not sick—I'm here with a package.' After some back-and-forth, they finally agreed on a compromise: the doctor would examine the package while the driver waited outside. Turned out it was just canned goods meant for a food drive.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Weisman Americares Free Clinic and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted out, mingling with the usual medicinal aromas. Curious, he opened the door just a crack—only to see an old lady in a white coat dancing around, stirring something on the stove while singing softly to herself. ‘Welcome!’ she beamed, not even noticing him. ‘Just helping our patients feel better with some homemade cookies.’ The delivery driver blinked twice, then smiled and left, never mentioning it again.’
4. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Fred Weisman Americares Free Clinic and muttered under his breath, ‘Another late night for a free clinic? This place must be haunted.’ As he stepped inside, the receptionist smiled warmly and said, 'Welcome to our little ghost town! Just kidding—we're always here when you need us.' The driver relaxed, realizing it was just another night helping those in need, and left with a satisfied smile. Back home, his wife teased him gently, 'You’re such a hero, delivering packages until midnight!' He grinned, knowing that even if no ghosts were around, good deeds felt like magic.