I was in love many years ago when I was a Junior at Hazard High School with a fellow who was already in college. I thought I might just get married. One weekend he and I went over to Dr. Eli Boggs Office and asked for a blood test. He questioned me at length and counseled me that if I was thinking about getting married I should wait, finish school, and go on to college like my family wanted me to. He stalled us a little and asked us to wait a minute as he needed to go into the other room to a patient waiting. He came back and what we didn't know was he didn't have that other patient waiting but he called my Dad who lived a stone's throw from his office and told him what was going on. Before we could blink almost, there stood Dad, and needless to say there was no blood test nor marriage and I guess I owe Dr. Boggs because this fellow who was going to be a minister turned into a womanizer and I would have killed him.
I loved Dr. Boggs. His daddy, Dr. Jimmy Boggs was my family's doctor and then Dr. Eli. My little brother who did not live to be too old was named after Dr. Jimmy. He delivered him right in our home. Dr. Boggs would come to our house, sit on the bed of my old folks, hold their hand, and stay until he felt he could leave them in comfort. I know they paid him but I never saw any money change hands.