By SUSAN H. LINCOLN / Managing Editor
When Dr. James Rawls began talking, I was transported back 30 years to his office on East Ash Street, where he sat and listened to his patients, or their parents, in an examining room filled with growth charts and medical models.
And then he would speak.
The conversation might begin with bronchitis but, invariably, it would find its way to seasonal affective disorder, or the body’s innate ability to compensate, or the latest ruling on essential vaccines.
Dr. Rawls, our family physician, endeared himself to his patients this way, as if he were their Encyclopedia For All Things Medical.
And he was.
PHOTO: Dr. James Rawls and wife, Margie