When I read your column in the Journal [DOOPer’s Memories, John Stanger, Viewpoints, Feb. 5], you mentioned someone I hadn’t thought of in years: Dr. Grissom. He was my pediatrician. Seemed like a nice man, but he didn’t joke around. I remember he made house calls. I think I had the mumps. He gave me penicillin, which I didn’t know I was allergic to, so I ended up with hives all over my body.
I remember his office on the seventh or eighth floor of the Medical Arts Building. I could look down and watch the fire trucks come and go from the old station adjacent to the old village hall [Euclid and Lake]. I think my mom drove me by his house in the 500 block of Oak Park Avenue. If I remember, it was gray, frame and big.
My wife and I were just talking about the balloon man who used to hang at the corner of Oak Park and Chicago avenues.
Dr. Grissom brought back some memories. For that, thank you!