A Piece of My Mind Section Editor: Roxanne
K. Young, Associate Editor.
It was a late afternoon in July 1998. The last fading rays of sunlight
filtered through the blinds into the old house on North Second Avenue. There
were boxes scattered all over the floor, and papers and packing tape strewn
liberally about. After 50 years in the same location, we were moving our practice.
It felt like the end of an era.
The practice had been started in the early 1950s by one Gabe Pickar.
In the optimistic, energetic postwar years, he had purchased the small two-story
house, complete with garage, small backyard with picnic table, tiny nondescript
lawn, and wooden porch and went about converting the downstairs into a waiting
room, a front desk, and two examining rooms separated by a consultation room.
The consultation room Dr Pickar took care to furnish with an enormous oak
desk and a heavy leather chair and put his medical journals carefully into
the cupboards. In the beginning, he and his young family had also lived in
the house. While he saw patients downstairs, his children often played upstairs.
Louie T. Twilight on North Second. JAMA. 2004;291(20):2411-2412. doi:10.1001/jama.291.20.2411