On May 17, 2000 I walked into the office of Dr. Russell Anderson with the human skull and the top four vertebrae, some of Grandpa's literature, and a reference that Grandpa had prepared for me which explained my expertise. I met Dr. Anderson face to face, and even shook his hand. And then he discovered that I wasn't a licensed chiropractor. Which I must add, I never claimed to be.
Apparently when we had talked before, he had been tantalized by the prospect of the higher fees and hadn't heard my entire argument.
