Bond Community Health Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Bond Community Health Center lights flickered on, a neighborhood cat would suddenly stop in its tracks. It would stare intently through the window, as if trying to peer into another world. No one knew why until one little girl asked her dad, ‘Why does that cat always look so serious outside the doctor’s office?’ ‘Dad,’ she whispered, pointing towards the cat, ‘is it sad because it wants to be inside?’ Her dad smiled and replied, “No, honey, he just likes watching the funny faces people make when they’re getting their shots.” The next day, the whole neighborhood brought treats for the curious feline.’

2. In the early mornings, when the Bond Community Health Center doors were just opening, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash into the waiting room. Startled nurses would glance around, but no one ever saw who had brought it. One day, an exasperated nurse asked a little old lady in the waiting room if she knew anything about the mysterious pooch. The lady smiled and said, 'Oh yes, that's my doggy. He gets bored at home so I bring him here every morning.' Everyone laughed, including the usually grumpy doctor, who remarked, 'Well, at least he keeps us company!'

3. In the late afternoon, when the Bond Community Health Center's door creaked open, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A faint humming sound, like an old record player, seemed to follow him from inside. Curious, he peered inside and saw an elderly volunteer, busily twisting knobs on an ancient radio. ‘It’s just my new favorite station,’ she chirped. The delivery driver left, shaking his head but smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring cookies for the old gal.’

4. In the late afternoon, when the Bond Community Health Center’s door creaked open, an old man in a tweed jacket would mutter, ‘Finally, someone who can help my heart.’ But no one ever came out except for a stray dog that seemed to know exactly where to find free snacks. Inside, a delivery driver would ask the receptionist, ‘Is it always this quiet?’ She’d shrug and reply, ‘Only on Wednesdays after two.’ Then, from behind the curtain, a voice called out, ‘Next!’ A regular appeared, waving his newspaper and saying, ‘Same as always, doctor—just tell me I’m not dying yet.’