I have a lot of Amish friends and when I left a big group to go solo 11 years ago they begged me to set up a practice in their community. I came very close to becoming a real "country doctor". I already had a Doctor's Buggy and the horse to pull it and, if I only had a moustache, I would have made a terrific Doc Adams. But, I was forced to decline because I just could not figure a way to make the mortgage payments on my farm with an income consisting entirely of chickens, quilts and rocking chairs. But won't they have the last laugh when the oil is gone and the country is in a deep recession. I might just change my mind and relearn German.
Leslie