In 1969, my parents moved from Missouri where my dad had been stationed in the Army, to our first house in Penfield, NY. It was a cute little house on a circular, dead-end street where kids could play without any fear of speeding cars.
One summer evening my father returned home from a full day at his pediatric practice. After hugging his almost three-year-old, and six-month-old sons, he asked my mother about her day. My mother described the details of a normal day and then added “oh, and this nice young man stopped by selling magazines.”
“Did you buy any?” asked my father. “In fact I did,” replied mom. “I got a great deal on a subscription to Parents Magazine.”
“Parents Magazine?!?” my father exclaimed in disbelief. “You do know that I’m a board certified pediatrician, right?” […]