E. Scott Saltzman, DMD

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, when E. Scott Saltzman's office usually hummed with the steady chatter of patients, everything fell eerily silent. A delivery driver pulled up outside, puzzled by the unusual quietness. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd—all the lights were on, but no one seemed to be inside. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw only a lone chair in the waiting room, its occupant dozing off—a regular who always came early for his check-ups. With a smile, the driver knocked gently on the door, waking the sleepy patient. ‘Morning,’ said the driver cheerfully. ‘Looks like you’ve been here longer than Dr. Saltzman!’

2. In the early afternoon, while Dr. Saltzman was deep in concentration, a tiny voice piped up from behind the door. ‘Doctor,’ it whispered timidly, ‘can you tell if my teeth are crooked or just my braces?’ Dr. Saltzman paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he strained to hear. 'Just your braces,' he called out with a smile. The voice sighed in relief, and then another chimed in from further back: 'And can you check if my braces make me sound like a robot?'

3. In the late afternoon, as patients were filing out of E. Scott Saltzman’s dental office, an unusual announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention please—your teeth may be clean now, but don’t forget to floss your neighbors!’ A delivery driver who’d just received a filling asked curiously, ‘What if I can’t reach my own back teeth?’ Dr. Saltzman replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Then you’ll have to trust your virtual neighbor!’ And that was how the town learned to embrace both oral hygiene and community spirit.

4. In the late afternoon, as patients were filing out of E. Scott Saltzman’s dental office, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock. He jumped off his truck and noticed something odd—a small wooden box sitting on top of the crate he had just unloaded. Curious, he picked it up and opened the lid to reveal a tiny note that read: ‘For Dr. Saltzman—please keep your drill sharp.’ Inside was a single coffee bean. The delivery driver shrugged and left, never realizing he’d just delivered the world’s smallest cup of joe.’