Watching the Doc Martin series on Netflix, I’m reminded of our town doctor in Monroe, back in the sixties. His last name was Docum, if you can imagine, or Doctor Docum. No one knew his first name. Like Doc Martin he was aloof, quirky, and moody; but deep inside, loved the small town he cared for.
My dad ran the Shell station across the street from Doctor Docum’s office, and the doc was a regular customer. He drove a special edition Cadillac Silverado that had actual silver plating. The car was the talk of the town. In the wintertime, when it was time to flush radiators and add antifreeze, Docum insisted that my dad put only distilled water into his radiator.
My dad shrugged, “If that’s what Docum wants, that’s what he’s gonna get, by golly. But he’ll pay for it.”
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