Growing up in rural South Alabama, the nearest doctor was about 20 miles away in a little town called Frisco City. His name was Dr B. L. Hanks, and he received his medical degree from Harvard Medical School. I’m told he made house calls in his younger years, but when I knew him he could barely walk. He would shuffle into the examination room, lean against the wall and run his hand through a head full of unruly white hair and ask what was wrong, while all the while looking at non-verbal signals which were just as important as anything I said. Continue reading →