About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the streets were quiet, a regular noticed something odd outside Cone Health’s doors. His dog started barking uncharacteristically loud, pointing towards the building's shadowy entrance. Curious, he peered closer and saw nothing but darkness. Suddenly, a nurse emerged from the door, holding a thermos of coffee and humming softly. The dog immediately calmed down, wagging its tail. The man chuckled, realizing his canine friend was just excited about an early-morning caffeine fix. Back home, he told his wife, ‘Guess what? Our dog thinks Cone Health is a fancy coffee shop!’
2. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock. Curiously glancing around, he noticed an unusual item in one of the empty shopping carts parked nearby. Curiously glancing around, he noticed an unusual item in one of the empty shopping carts parked nearby. It was a small, brightly colored plastic dinosaur. Smiling to himself, the delivery driver thought, ‘What on earth?’ He picked it up and found that its belly was full of tiny notes with phone numbers scribbled on them. Turning out, someone had been leaving love messages from the Cone Health Regional Center!’
3. In the late afternoon, when the clinic doors closed and only shadows lingered, a curious child pointed excitedly out the window. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that doctor wave like that every day?’ The mother smiled softly, leaning closer to whisper back, ‘Honey, he’s not waving—he’s just saying goodbye to his reflection in the glass.’ The child giggled, content with her explanation, as they drove away, leaving behind another ordinary but slightly mysterious day at Cone Health.
4. In the late afternoon, when the clinic doors closed and only shadows lingered, a curious little dog began sniffing around the entrance. Its tail wagged excitedly as if it had discovered something extraordinary. As it approached the back door, a delivery driver happened to glance out and saw the furry intruder. Smiling, he called softly, ‘Hey, little guy! What are you doing here?’ The dog paused, cocked its head curiously, then trotted over to greet him with wagging enthusiasm. That evening, everyone in the clinic office shared a laugh—even the doctors agreed that maybe Cone Health needed an official canine receptionist.’