Colorado Physician Health Program

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few years ago, a regular noticed something peculiar on the clinic’s parking lot one morning. Next to the recycling bin sat an old, dusty harmonica, its case engraved with initials long forgotten. Curious, he picked it up and gave it a blow. To his surprise, the harmonica played a perfect ‘Happy Birthday’ tune. Word spread quickly among patients and staff alike, turning the once-dusty instrument into a daily ritual. Now, every birthday in the clinic is celebrated with impromptu serenades from that very harmonica.

2. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock and noticed an unusual sight: the security guard was humming a familiar tune while adjusting the thermostat. Curious, the driver approached and asked what song he was singing. Turns out it was an old folk tune from his home state. They struck up a friendly conversation, and before long, the security guard invited him inside for coffee. It turned out that Colorado Physician Health Program had a great tradition of morning chats and shared stories among staff.

3. At dusk, a delivery driver parked his truck near the clinic and walked into the dimly lit hallway. On his way out, he noticed an old wooden box sitting innocently in the loading bay. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that it was filled with neatly folded white lab coats. Confused, he shrugged and put on one of the lab coats. As he stepped outside, he accidentally knocked over a trash can, sending papers flying everywhere. A neighbor stopped by to help clean up, both laughing when they saw him wearing the mismatched coat. ‘What happened here?’ asked the neighbor, grinning. The delivery driver just grinned back, muttering something about a mysterious medical supply delivery.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck across from the clinic and asked himself: ‘Why does this place look so much like a secret agent headquarters?’ Curious, he walked around the corner and saw through the window that inside everyone was wearing dark suits and talking in hushed tones. Suddenly, an old man next door called out, 'Hey, you! Delivery guy! Your truck's blocking my view of the espresso shop!' The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and moved his truck—only to realize it was actually just another late-night clinic for doctors.