They Claimed My Home Was A “Family House,” Not Mine — Even After I Paid $150,000 For It. Then The Officer Spoke Up. – The Archivist

million dollars in annual revenue.

But two years ago, on opening day, I stood alone in an empty waiting room wondering if a single patient would ever walk through the door.

Opening Day

The clinic occupied 3,200 square feet in a strip mall off Exit 47 on Route 1, sandwiched between a Dunkin’ Donuts that opened at 5 AM and a nail salon that played K-pop continue reading …