About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet streets of Des Moines, after hours when Central Iowa Neurology PC lights were dimmed and doors locked, a regular would ask with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Do you ever hear that piano music coming from inside?’ One night, a delivery driver passing by heard soft melodies drifting through the open window. Curious, he knocked gently on the door but found it locked tight. The next day, he brought them a new piano keyboard as a joke—only to discover the doctor was indeed practicing late into the evening. Since then, everyone jokes that Central Iowa Neurology PC has the best office band in town.
2. In the quiet streets of Des Moines, after hours when Central Iowa Neurology PC should be empty, a delivery driver once asked aloud: ‘Do they really see patients here or just shadows?’ Suddenly, an old doctor in a lab coat appeared from behind a door and grumbled, ‘And who are you disturbing my nap for?’ The delivery driver sheepishly explained his mistake, earning himself a warm smile and a cup of coffee from the friendly doc. As he left, the doctor called out, “Next time check the sign outside!”
3. In the quiet streets of Des Moines, after hours when Central Iowa Neurology PC was dark and empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, with no return address. Curious, he opened it to find nothing but an old note reading: ‘To whoever finds this—please deliver to Dr. Smith’s office. PS: Sorry for the inconvenience.’ Turns out, someone had accidentally left their lunchbox behind.
4. In the quiet streets of Des Moines, after hours when Central Iowa Neurology PC closes its doors, a mysterious light often flickers on in one of the upper windows. A concerned neighbor once asked the receptionist if it meant someone had forgotten their keys—or maybe even an alien abduction was taking place. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the light and wondered what could be keeping them so late. Curious, he knocked on the door but found no one home. The next day, a regular patient joked that perhaps they were conducting secret experiments on sleep patterns. The doctor just smiled and said, 'We’re not that interesting—probably just another late-night game of solitaire.'