Firewheel Family Practice

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as patients were settling in for their check-ups, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your doctor today is Dr. Firewheel, and he’s here to help you find your inner glow!’ As it turned out, Dr. Firewheel was actually a friendly neighborhood yoga instructor who had accidentally dialed the wrong number on his way to class. By lunchtime, the entire town knew about the mix-up—and so did the local pizza delivery guy, who joked that now he’d never be late again with ‘medicine’ for anyone needing a pick-me-up.

2. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. The receptionist smiled and said, 'We don’t usually get overnight deliveries here.' Curious, she opened it to find a box of donuts labeled ‘Welcome to Firewheel!’ A regular from down the street had left them anonymously. Everyone laughed, then shared the treats before starting their day.

3. At dusk, when Firewheel Clinic’s lights flickered on, a strange humming sound filled the air. A passing jogger noticed it first, then a neighbor, and soon everyone wondered if the new HVAC unit had malfunctioned—or perhaps something more curious was happening inside. Soon enough, the whole town buzzed with speculation—was it ghosts or aliens? Then one evening, an intrepid delivery driver decided to investigate. He found nothing but an overzealous doctor humming along to his favorite playlist while adjusting patients’ charts. Turns out, the ‘strange hum’ was just good ol’ Firewheel Clinic’s version of office background music.

4. At lunchtime, when the clinic's staff was busy preparing for afternoon appointments, a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafted through the corridors. No one could remember the last time something so sweet had graced their nostrils. Then, out of nowhere, an elderly gentleman entered the hallway, humming along to some unheard tune. He stopped abruptly, sniffing the air with delight. 'Oh my,' he said, 'someone’s been baking!' Turns out it was just the janitor, enjoying his own secret stash of cookies—hidden in the utility closet.