An addition to yesterday’s post:
I didn’t know it until I did some Googling later, but Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia — the medicine wrongly prescribed to my grandfather in the middle of his heart attack — was invented in Stamford, by a guy whose estate was a few miles down Hope Street from where my grandfather lived.
It was also produced in Stamford for more than a century, ending in the mid-1970s. The dose my grandpa gulped in futile hope of relief was bottled elsewhere in the city where he lived.
I’m sure my parents and my aunt, and any Stamfordites who read this blog, knew all these things. But I didn’t.
Who knows: Maybe my grandfather’s doctor had so much faith in Milk of Magnesia because it was a hometown product. It doesn’t do much for heart attacks, though.
(It could have been worse, I suppose. If my grandpa had lived in Milwaukee, his doctor might have prescribed Schlitz.)