The Hotel Doctor

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  “This is Doctor Oppenheim,” I repeated several times before hanging up. Caller ID identified the Doubletree in Santa Monica, so I phoned t...

  “She speaks Spanish. I’m not sure what’s going on, but she needs a doctor.”  The caller was the night manager at the Torrance Marriott. ...

  “I have the European plague. I need a doctor.” “Excuse me?...” “I have the European plague. I need a doctor for the American plague.” ...

  A national housecall service connected me with a guest at the Montage in Beverly Hills. She was suffering the flu; I told her I’d arrive i...

A hotel guest phoned to ask when I’d arrive. “In about fifteen minutes.” On her initial call, I had told her I would arrive in an hour...

  A travel insurer reported a sick child at the Anaheim Holiday Inn, near Disneyland forty miles away. Freeway traffic was tolerable, but wh...