About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Philip C Roach’s office and asked, ‘Doc, do you ever get tired of fixing teeth?’ Before he could answer, another voice chimed in from inside: ‘No, but I get bored fixing yours!’ Philip paused for a moment, then replied with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Actually, sometimes I dream of fixing teeth that never needed fixing.’ The delivery driver laughed heartily and said, ‘Then maybe it’s time for you to retire—your own teeth are falling apart!’ Philip shook his head and smiled, ‘Guess I’ll just keep practicing on mine until they listen!’
2. A little boy walked into Philip C Roach’s office one afternoon, holding a strange-looking toy. ‘What’s that?’ asked the receptionist curiously. The boy just grinned enigmatically and whispered something only the toy could hear. As the days passed, no one knew what the toy said—or what it meant. But soon enough, every child in town arrived with their own peculiar toys, each whispering secrets only they understood. One day, an old delivery driver commented jokingly, 'Maybe Dr. Roach should start charging extra for these mysterious consultations!' And everyone laughed—even though nobody really knew why.
3. A curious cat sauntered into Philip C Roach’s office one rainy day, its fur dripping wet and its eyes sparkling with mischief. The cat, clearly not there for a checkup, jumped onto the examination table and started playing with the instruments. Dr. Roach, amused but professional, asked a delivery driver who happened by if he’d seen such a naughty feline before. The driver nodded, ‘Oh yeah, that’s Fluffy from next door. She always finds her way in here when it rains.’ With a smile, Dr. Roach said, “Well, Fluffy, looks like you’ve found another home away from home.”
4. A delivery driver arrived early one morning with a box marked ‘Confidential,’ but when he opened it, he found only an old, dusty guitar inside. Curious, the delivery driver took the guitar home and tried to tune it. To his surprise, every time he strummed a chord, someone in town would suddenly start humming along. It turned out that the old instrument was cursed—or blessed—to bring people together. Soon enough, neighbors were gathering at Philip’s office for jam sessions, turning what used to be just another dentist’s practice into the unlikeliest community hub.