My mom who was born in the 40s told me about their country doc--he ran a boys home for orphans and his office was in his basement. He gave those boys hell regularly--probably had to haha--my dad was good friends with some of them and they were something--Dad included. My mom and her mom were in his office waiting first thing in the morning and the door at the top of the steps was left open. The doc was on the war path, marching up and down the hall, yelling, in his underwear! Nobody thought much about any of it but were thankful for the bit of entertainment. The relationships were so different then--my mom was born on the birthday of the doctor who delivered her and he asked to name her--my grandmother let him!