N.J. Hanna, M.D. Family Practice & Internal Medicine

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up outside N.J. Hanna’s office. The neon sign flickered ominously as he fumbled for his keys. Suddenly, from inside, came the sound of someone laughing—too loud and too late for it to be normal. The driver knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peered through the window—and saw Dr. Hanna dancing wildly in his office, singing along to some old rock song. Turned out the doctor had been practicing his moves for a surprise party later that week. Relieved, the delivery guy left with a smile, thinking, ‘At least I’m not the only one losing my mind here.’

2. A curious neighborhood cat frequently prowled around N.J. Hanna's practice entrance. One morning, a regular noticed something unusual in the waiting room—a tiny note stuck to the reception desk: 'Dr. Hanna, please check your office hours. We close at sunset.' Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing an old book on Dr. Hanna’s desk with a strange inscription: ‘To NJH—check your closing time!’ The next week, another patient found a post-it on the door reading, ‘Dear Doc, your patients are restless after dark.’ Eventually, someone painted a big sun symbol outside the clinic, and everyone laughed when they realized it was supposed to indicate sunset.

3. One foggy morning, a sleepy nurse asked herself, ‘Who leaves their lunchbox here every day?’ As she pondered, an old man shuffled in, clutching his cane and wearing the same tattered sweater he’d brought every week for years. The nurse smiled knowingly—‘Another regular,’ she thought. Turns out, it was indeed his lunchbox.

4. A regular patient arrived early for her appointment, eagerly flipping through old magazines in the waiting room. Suddenly, she noticed something peculiar on the wall above the reception desk. Upon closer inspection, she saw a framed photo of an elderly doctor with a mischievous smile. Curious, she asked the receptionist who it was. With a twinkle in her eye, the receptionist replied, 'That's Dr. Hanna himself, back when he delivered babies!' The patient laughed and settled into her wait, realizing that sometimes even family practices have their own quirks.