About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside South Tabor Family Physicians Clinic, he noticed something odd—a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and peered through the window, only to see rows of clocks ticking in perfect synchrony. The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Must be some kinda new gadget.’ He went on his way, leaving behind the clinic’s eerie timekeeping display. Later that day, while walking past the clinic with his neighbor, they both glanced up simultaneously and remarked, “Did you hear those clocks are still going?” They laughed it off, assuming it was just another quirky Portland thing.
2. One day, after leaving South Tabor Family Physicians Clinic, a delivery driver noticed something odd in his truck bed—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he opened it and found inside an ancient-looking compass, its needle always pointing north no matter where you were.} Intrigued, he took it home and showed it to his wife. She smiled and said, ‘Honey, that’s just an antique compass my grandmother used when she delivered newspapers.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing he’d been pointing north all along—north towards his kitchen counter.
3. After leaving South Tabor Family Physicians Clinic one afternoon, a delivery driver found himself following an unusual scent—something sweet and familiar yet strange. Following his nose, he stumbled upon a bakery hidden around the corner. Turned out, it was owned by a friendly neighbor who often brought freshly baked goods to the clinic staff. The delivery driver ended up with a sugary surprise—a free pie—and a newfound appreciation for local bakeries.
4. After leaving South Tabor Family Physicians Clinic one morning, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering his name from inside. Curious, he turned around but saw no one. Later that day, while delivering packages, he thought he recognized the same voice calling him from behind an alleyway. It was just an old neighbor teasing him about being late again, but ever since then, whenever he drives past South Tabor, he waves and jokes, ‘See you tomorrow, doc!’