Pediatric Associates is where my parents took me between the ages of 9 1/2 and around 12 or 13. I took my son there once when he got sick while we were visiting my parents (he's an adult now). They've certainly been around long enough to know how to run a doctor's office. My sister and my friends and I used to like to take a few trips up and down their elevator just for larks when we were walking to Wheaton Plaza back in the 1960s. They didn't approve.