My dad is a retired Chiropractor, although he’d tell you flatly he quit. “I didn’t retire, I QUIT!” he says. (Reason: HIPAA and insurance burdens on a one-man practice) But when he was practicing, his office was in our house. Most of the first floor was devoted to the waiting room, office space, and treatment sections. In order for me to reach the living space upstairs, I had to go up a flight of stairs which gave me a partial view into the waiting room. When I was very young, say kindergarten and early grade school, I was very curious about ...