Sand Point Clinic

This amazing building is just a few years old, and very well-equipped. Right now, we're both working out of it. Jim has a clinic with two operatories and basic supplies for this village, at least. He's just waiting on handpieces to arrive so he can get started. He doesn't have an assistant, and it seems no one at the clinic has really gotten used to the idea of having a dentist around (it has been years since they had a dentist for longer than a few days a year), so the other day this arsenal of while you were out notes began to grow on his cabinet. It seems he'll be his own secretary, assistant, and housekeeper (the other day, he was found on hands and knees cleaning crud out of every corner). He's like one of those poor carriage horses in downtown Charleston, though--you know when you say you feel sorry for them, they tell you that the work is the only thing that keeps them alive. If you've ever seen him mulch, you know Jim thrives when it's like this. By the way, on Monday, this old man in town called to leave a message "for the new dentist," saying, "when he's seein' patients, call me first thing, I'll come in right oft."